exposure
The picture was sent to meTo hurt
But, it doesn't hurt me
I c*ck my head and examine it
As a cat would examine a bug, crawling
I read things written to me
To hurt
But it doesn't hurt me anymore
I don't examine them
I look through them as if they are made of water
I remember being a part
Of one
The other half to a whole
A line with no end
Drawn by two hands, hands that are now empty
I hold the keys to my home
Doors locked, unless
I like to keep to myself, unless
I like to stand alone, unless
The good outweighs the fear of exposure
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Promised to last as winter.
First I ate it's seeds
Then tore the guts out by hand
Then I Carver and fashioned it
So I loved to gaze upon it.
It shriveled with the cold
So I roll out pie dough
And made a warm place
For it to lie sbout
One hour at 350•
With sugar and spice
I coyly said I'd never
eat you again.
My silver pumpkin pleaded..
Peter,peter ? pumpkin eater!
Bowing his head
I chose to eat Peter instead.