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Writer's pictureTin Can Poetry

SKIN By Storm Hollings-Whitfield

I have never been afraid to be naked

not in front of lovers

my family 

anyone

all this is just skin

there is my ribcage prudent as ever

and my hip bones

and my kneecaps

all just existing 

a vessel in which this longing resides

my body is me and I don't mind baring myself to the world

my hands skim over myself

not in awe but in acceptance

however, when you see me naked

I curl in on myself

I change in front of you sheepish and shy

your eyes linger everywhere

as if you want to bruise me like air does to a peach

not violent but with a reverence I do not understand

it's just skin just my body 

I'm not afraid of it or how you will treat me

but I'm afraid, no terrified you will see something I don't

something that could be beautiful

worth touching for long amounts of time

I never wear enough clothes or layers

I sleep naked

but around you I want to wear clothes

because you touch my skin in a way that lets me exist in your arms

imprinting nothing just admiring

your eyes are as hot as an iron

searing into me, I think you must see a god 

something to have faith in that does not exist 

what else could it be?

again, this is just me

just my shoulder blades and tattered elbows and sharp collar bones

these things I have traced over all my life suddenly feel alien when you are watching me

because I know you see what I do not

you tell me to sleep in nothing as I would do when alone, you know I feel more comfortable

like that

know the shift in my muscles

the tense in my scalp

you know and have seen me in lights and shadows I don’t understand myself 

I sit naked and feel my bones knocking against each other; an awkward chime

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