Undress by Richard Parrett
When I think of you I think of my best self, the one who told me to do better, to be better, and wear it proudly, even if no one knows. That way they can’t take it from you, she’d say. And when life tests your resolve, paint it black and white, let your tongue taste intricacy, and whisper kind words through mirrored glass. And, if you remain a wilted flower take yourself home, no matter where that may be. Go to that place you trust and undress. Pour yourself into it, clean every fold of your dilemma with a welcoming ear, then tie yourself to acceptance until you dream, again.
