by MAE
Welcome to my body, my home composed of windows and wind-chimes, glass angels and aspirations. Be careful not to break anything, I’m sure it’s easy to do. My heart is a bedroom, tender and made of stagnant flesh. Despite its complications, I swear it’s a safe place to sleep. My stairs don’t creak, they twist in spiral steps around my ribs leading to a skylight. Beneath it are vines and flowers curling themselves around my mind reaching for the scattered stars. This is my favorite place. Despite my splintered stairwell and peeling paint walls, I’m built with brick bones and concrete. I’m stronger than I think.
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