Cecilie K

- I want to be touched again - I want to be touched - I want to be touched - I want to be touched - I want to touch - I want touch - I want to be again - I want again

I dream of eating figs with the peel on, the flesh red and orange between my teeth. My knees haven’t had all their skin since the summer of 2018 when I fell down that hill behind the warehouses where I was slowly growing myself together. It felt like I was leaking out, the flesh red and orange, the skin purple and worn. I tear a fig open with my nails in my dream there is nothing subtle about what I want. Where I spill out. When I wake I look to my knees when I walk in a crowd, neck bent and hunger tightly coiled in my sternum. I dream of eating figs with the peel on, the flesh red and orange between my teeth. My knees haven’t had all their skin since the summer of 2018 when I fell down that hill behind the warehouses where I was slowly growing myself together. It felt like I was leaking out, the flesh red and orange, the skin purple and worn. I tear a fig open with my nails in my dream there is nothing subtle about what I want. Where I spill out. When I wake I look to my knees when I walk in a crowd, neck bent and hunger tightly coiled in my sternum.

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