to have a body


strip the soul and examine its contents
a monotony of moments and malignant memories
It is meaningless to have a body
to be just a body
words were written never to be heard
oh, lovely loneliness
a quintessential emptiness
skeletons suffocating in societal standards
the body, a being, a beauty
the outside perfect maintained
Internally kept hollow
Living shells of a soul stripped
For fear of having a body

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