OCD 2.1, a poem by Henna Johansdotter at Spillwords.com

OCD 2.1

OCD 2.1

written by: Henna Johansdotter

 

I was born
a broken fence
an animal farm
where the dogs aren’t sleeping
and I cannot lie;
I’ve been the hilt
the truth that kissed me
bloody
(I never could contain you)

but as we hugged
all the wolves ran by
and none of them noticed me
I was invisible
white flicker between rain
safe in the moment
until the alarm goes off
and the world falls off its hinges
I look out my window
forget about judgment
tinted lenses and smearing eyes
my greatest fear is that
no one is watching

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