Sickness erodes
laughter on a sunny day.
Lepers are relative,
how I feel makes sense to them
stripped away,
piece by piece,
each one running away madly,
eyes wild……
turned around,
closed to it,
close to me…breathing,
down my back,
peeling layers of half truths away.

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