Overexposure

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I feel so exposed,

so vulnerable

These clothes, this skin

don’t protect me.

Where is my armor,

my home?

I want to hide. Instead,

I clash with everything around me;

I can’t seem to stay still;

I make too much noise!

The predators will surely find me,

and I, no tougher than a worm,

will yield to their teeth

in a frenzy of flesh.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Friday, Not Feeling Like Yourself?