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I am here. Unashamed of my crystalline skin - So thin that one can hear the howl of blood through my veins

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I am here.
Unashamed of my crystalline skin –
So thin
that one can hear
the howl of blood
through my veins.

I am here –
Uncovered and exposed
You can build a castle from my angst
Weave a basket out of the lines from my tightened fists
Hang a tree swing from my illusions –
can you reach the branches?
Laugh behind the back of my crippling grit
Frame each of my misprints
and decorate your walls
for amusement…

Yet I am still here –
Skin, gossamer as ever
Each tiny vessel strangling a hill
Stumbled over, yet summited.
I will continue to stick out,
tall,
from the rooftop
of your own
trembling.

2011