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Skin Hunger | poem

Every time it is scary / Every time I think I won´t manage it / Cold rings and thin bars / Pierce my tenderness / It doesn´t hurt / I just want to be free and strong / My skin freezes / Pulled to the limits / And almost ready to get apart / I feel penetration / I am not used to it / But while reaching a threshold / I start flying to the sky / I feel lightly / My body swings in the air / I became an oxygen / That people need to breathe / My scream is a new language / Symbols and signs mixed with each other / Laws and rules don’t exist anymore / The only truth is / My body and my zero gravity / I flew very high up / In order not to fall deep down / I satisfied my hunger / Once I touched myself