See me. Going through the motions today.
I'm not home, there's a stranger in my skin.
Hear my lips, expel things I'd never say--
sea-bitter statements, acidic abuse.
Yawn. I am on the outside--just a breath--
a single, sylph-like, slip of a creature.
Hunting sharp, angular planes in distress.
Searching, for one small familiar feature--
always just a breath away--from being me.