The Narrative My Body Tells

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My body is memory foam
The impression ever-lasting
It holds the secrets of harmonious days
and the scars of a troubled past
But none of that matters when you
Sink into the silk of my skin
And trace your fingers atop the rivers of my veins
They will speak stories to you
You will come to know the riots
That boil within me and the ones I’ve overcome
The resilient cells of my body
And I hope to God the truths are still
As lovely to you as they are to me

– MK

The Complexity of Myself

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I have traveled through different worlds
My flesh has touched many galaxies
It has maps of old tracings
That could make constellations jealous
My tongue has spoken languages that have been extinct
And my body has roamed through exotic realms
That turn your very perception into stardust
I’ve dipped deep into the unknowns of the sea
The darkness always welcomed me
These eyes know colors that don’t exist
They have made paintings out of gray
My mind has surpassed the physics of our being
It’s wandered into dimensions only God speaks about

So what makes you think you could understand me?

-MK