I'm in a body that I sometimes don't take care of. The little warm pit in the center of me makes me feel guarded. I love myself but I'm shattering layers of me that I don't need. Layers of me that I hate. When can I finally feel fully free? I write until my skin shatters on the page. I want this. Peel me apart like a fruit. Only hitting the center of me is what will make me come alive again. I'm screaming to just fully breathe again. Let me live. I just want to live.

Julicia Salvatore