feast

with tender aching vulnerable bravery, I have chosen to let you see me.

I have removed the masks, the perfected aspects.

I have cut deep into the truth, and let it bleed.

Like sap from a tree.

I have laid my mess out in the open, my contradictions like accessories.

feast upon the truth we all carry.

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