Thicker Skin

these balled up fists i hide

twist in my own gut.

i do not know

how not 

to fight,

struggle 

blind,

little

beetle 

on its 

back,

flailing.

Love, you

seek surrender 

simply because you 

exist in the deepest trust.

as you soften rough skin

i break in your arms

like glass, & reeds,

& the mirror, 

reflecting

us as 

one.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Neosurrealist Art by Emma Hack

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