I was the ice I was the flame
I was whatever got me in the game
A mirrorball for every pair of eyes
Spinning so hard I forgot my own size
You wanted a goddess
I grew the wings
You wanted a toy
I learned to sing
But the costume's stuck to my pores now
And peeling it off is a slow loud sound
I let you in I let you in
Through every door on my skin
You left your fingerprints in the crease
Now every touch is a minor masterpiece
I bent myself into origami
For a kiss that never felt like sorry
Now the fold lines are permanent
And the ache is the only resident
I feel everything now
the ghost of your hand
Every place you pressed is a patch of quicksand
I used to be numb I used to be stone
Now I'm just skin that remembers you own
I feel everything now
the cold and the burn
Every shape I took is a lesson I learn
You wanted a shapeshifter well here I stand
But the shifting left marks on the woman I am
What's the opposite of climax
Is it this
feeling too much in my own corpus
Not transcendence not flight
Just a body that remembers every single night
Of being the fire the toy the prize
Now the fire just burns from the inside
I feel everything now
it's not a release
It's the opposite of peace
Every pore is a confessional booth
Every inch of me tells the truth
I feel everything now
the ghost of your hand
Every place you pressed is a patch of quicksand
You wanted a shapeshifter well here I am
But the shifting left scars on the woman I am
Sensitive
skin
remembers
