Exposed

I’ve sharpened my knives and am whittling away at years of catholic guilt and societally imposed conservatism. Methodically I drop layers of armor and scar tissue like the veils of Salome, exposing the darkest elements of myself to the light of day.  Freshly lay bare, my flesh is tender and sensitive. It blushes with shame, guilt, and fear. Like a black malignancy I cut deep to excise my self loathing.  So bring on the blades, the cleavers, the hatchets. Open my skin and reveal my layers.  I would rather be exposed, raw and bleeding than hide from myself a moment longer!

 

 

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