There sits two bracelets on my right wrist;
they smile at me every now and again when I drive.
They tingle
and jingle
when I hold my pen,
when I write away my feelings.
They simply remind me that they exist.
I wear them because they define me.
I wear them because they reflect me.
I wear them
because
when I sit on the floor of my bathtub,
I scrub away my arms: my skin,
my delicate flesh.
I find the difficulty to cleanse myself
from the dirt;
the extra layer that sits under my bracelets.
But I still wear them.
I wear them,
but I would like to remove these golden ornaments
that mean a little more than
nothing
to me
anymore.
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How I Became The Sea
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