does the world need me open?

the desire to soften: a poem

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i want to be soft.

i do.

but you do not know how to handle delicate things.

and i fear once i am exposed, vulnerable and mushy,

you will squish me without meaning to.

and you can justify intentions but it does not take away from the outcome.

look at the blood on your hands.

don’t you dare wash them clean before you look at them.

look.

bare witness to your actions that do not align with your morals.

now ask yourself,

what will you do now?