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I drop my eyes,

you see through me

I’m translucent even though

speech leaves scorch marks on my skin.

I still smile at sculptures

even when they’re shattered

I’m translucent when you go

worlds spin on inside my head.

I think fate scratches

at my bedroom door

I’m translucent, lights go out

darkness settles me, messy though it is.

Sleight of hand and

I have skin again

but it’s translucent in this rain

We can’t hear it, we’re a hurricane.