i sit shirtless on a couch.
and it's only because no one is home.
because me,
my body,
has been deemed
impure,
disgusting,
wrong.
and yet,
it isn't even my body.
i did not choose this form
it is not mine.
it is not mine.
i am not me.
this is not the body
i was meant to have,
and yet,
there is repercussions
from having it.
-icarus
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