#moonebath

A gentle face that bubbles and sparkles. A smile that dances. A safe understanding. A quiet question. Ensemble of laughter.

your imprints lately have been causing bruises only i can see. im sure you've told others already every reason im wrong. either that or you believe that you're forgiven. i wish you were forgiven, for the both of us.

in my limpness, my bone catches the moonlight. except i am not so extracted and instead full of sediment. a hip juts out here, an elbow there. the rest of me is irregular. lumpy yet so frail. can't you see? much like a sack full of wheat. perhaps if i contort myself enough i can become something else entirely. if i exhaust this angst and exercise and sweat my impurities out of me. begging for transformation, maybe i have a chance to get through all of this.