fingers pressed against my kēvo lock, my veil of political correctness and fake smiles lifts as I enter,
10 pounds lighter,
I trade high heels, or Superga’s for bare toes on a bohemian rug
the welcoming quiet nudges me into euphoria.
slowly, an inclination builds to scan pages, add some noise
feet up, on surfaces I insisted on building myself, my second skin sheds into milk and honey
on days when I torment myself with memory, the bottom of my shower caresses me,
pushing the tears out, until a right turn of the faucet makes them into magic
the space I fill with it,
is all mine
black bodysuit: Zara | white open-back t-shirt: ASOS | pants: ASOS
rug: Bungalow Rose | curvy armchair: Home Loft Concepts | velvet armchair: Willa Arlo
platform bed: Mercury Row
