Poetry: Desire

People tell me that I’m so strong
that they would instantly fold
underneath the pressure
but how do they not see
the creases, the lines
screaming for a day of rest
to sleep completely undisturbed
and have the chance
to unfold. This skin—
my skin always craves
endless nights
another opportunity
to dream.

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