Titan

I break open at the warmth of day,

called out to play by a roaring sun.

I find myself shining and shedding my skin,

revealing a perfect being beneath.

 

When I sweat I feel my form,

and it is unmatched.

Every curve, every hair, 

scar, rip, bruise, bump,

glistens with my perspiration,

with my boiling blood.

 

I've never felt a hallow moment,

or lost my sense of self.

I grew up in acres of loss,

but I am eternally found.

 

A tall red creature sitting on the train,

behind a desk, in the passenger seat of a car,

who feels the earth whipping around her bare body.

 

In her belly I grow each day,

Reworking every moment,

Sucking up her heat,

Forever unflawed and forever undone.

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