I want to lay myself bare at your feet.
Open myself
Collar to belly.
Give myself to you,
and all my bloody sins.
I want to turn myself inside out
for your inspection.
Show you my clockwork parts.
Bleed my history onto your smooth surface.
It’s not the comfort of a passive observer I seek.
I am already a slave to the part of me
which longs for your confessional.
I need the absolution found
only among survivors of the same war.
I want you to shove your hands inside my chest
and recognize the rhythm
of your own beating heart.
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