UNDERNEATH

I hold

my secrets

tightly.

They just

wouldn’t love me

if they knew

If

saw

that grow

they

they

the hairs

where

shouldn’t

If

saw

insecurity

the shiny

they

the fragile

beneath

clothes

Maybe

it seeps

through

The

lipstick

cracks

And

the long

lashes

speak

in

unknown

tongues

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