Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar

thing by me: don't touch

some days i feel small
and fail
and infinitely fragile,
as though a touch or breath might make me fall
pieces on the floor,
never to be put back together.

this will pass:
it always does,
but during, all i want
is a padded box somewhere,
a corner of the world to hide in
until I dare face life again.
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