The heavy armor that I worked so hard on growing, piece by piece, afraid of drawing blood and showing weakness, makes the touch less intense and numbs the butterflies in my guts.
I can’t feel pain(fully), and that hurts the most.
I taste bliss on the tip of the tongue, from another room, through a curtain; Like a mere spectator of a Doppelgänger playing my part.
Strip me naked, let me play, and bleed.