Being bitter and scared and angry
fits like an old pair of levi's.
Bad communication patterns slide over my shoulders
like a worn, hole-y t-shirt.

Furrowed brow,
short temper,
self-loathing,
hating, hating,
hating me.

The soft and comfortable
clings, soothes,
traps.
Yields and absorbs the blows --
nothing shatters and falls away.

The only out is to burn
freedom in the ashes of old clothes
to be naked, reborn
wide open

but can I
light
the
match
?

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