|Sexy|

it used to be counting ribs and hips and inches, swaying booty and lacy lingerie now it’s standing in front of the mirror trying to smile and wondering where all of it went

|Linen|

“and when things get tough, just remember a hot bath on a cold winter’s night or crawling into new linen” there are some things you can’t put better than as they are

|Shell|

its capacity to be something worth keeping even if I'm to exist under a whole generation of feet has always kept me safe                  but never intact

|Scream|

  so quietly that it's barely a movement                   barely a whisper just mouth out the breaths of sound that falter on your lips I still hear you         I can hear you          desperate to hold it in