My hands used to race from the extremities of your body,
Hovering above the many marvels that you'd hidden from my lingering eyes.
Now, a thick, plasticised suit encases every inch of you,
Suffocating your singularity,
And claiming your victories for the Collective.
Every time that I think of running my fingers along the firm ridges of your body,
I remember what you wear
I remember what asphyxiates you now.
YOU ARE READING
Confession|ACR 2
PoetryConfession is a poetry anthology that seeks to unnerve and evolve the contemporary style through its brutal analysis of the issues that plague the young, modern zeitgeist. Its judicial theme of confession creates an unforgiving and relentless pace t...
