I'm here in front of you
and every fibre of my being
is ablaze, golden
lit from behind
unflattering
it's the camera angle, I want to say
but I stand, offering no justification or explanation
you step towards me
and I tense up
you don't touch the wounds
you don't pretend they don't exist
you don't soothe me
you simply look
like this is the most normal thing to look at
perhaps even beautiful
and I want to rush towards you
but I don't
I keep standing, letting you look
trying to remember to breathe
maybe I am normal
perhaps even beautiful.
