Raw, wounded, gaping and open
That’s how I feel today
Lots of day actually of late
For my abuse has torn from me, me
I to be left oft, by the simplest word or action, naked
Perhaps my perception of this feeling is tied to when I was denied the essentials of life
Clothing to cover my nakedness
Shoes and coats full of warmth and comfort
Ligh
Love
Living
I am fleshed
My emotions worn out
As I see myself bleeding desire
Right desire
Yet
I feel so raw that that which me screams for to feel as though it would sear my flesh
A hand upon my shoulder so craved
To please just be held for awhile
Allowed to cry and be heard
The giver not minding my fleshed me
Wiling to touch the ugliness
Bandage the open wounds
Love me with heart, yes
See me with compassion, of course
Yet, mostly touch me right
For as I sit with memories of just that
I feel the growth
Flesh to come together
A child denied
Aborted outside the womb
To be recreated
Inside the womb of now
Here
With people
That fleshed she be 
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