soft animal (excerpt)

touch your skin
feel your pulse
notice the distance
notice the warmth
touch your throat
feel it move
listen to quiet
listen to pain
don’t let yourself lose you in the mess
u don’t have to fit into this fucked up world
don’t have say things when i have nothing
don’t have to touch the one who has hurt you
don’t have to stay there when it’s not safe
don’t need permission
don’t need attention
don’t have to fake it when i don’t feel it

don’t have to beat myself every time i’m wrong
there’s a river of grace running through us and it is us

we are the river
we are the grace
my body’s my home
this is my place

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