Exposed

Journal, Personal, Poetry, Sexuality

Invasion, fear, personal space.
Adrenalin, anxiety, closing off.

Legs tighten, breasts can’t be hidden,
hips protrude into the light.

I cannot hide. My body is on display,
like an exhibit in a museum.

People stare, people comment,and I must stay still
pretend to not be awake.

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