Un-Pretty, In-Visible

If I jump up and down with no clothes

You would see my breasts move,

But not my heart.

 

Flowers would pour down like

Lovely bones from my frustration,

But you would look past me,

Through me,

And see nothing.

 

Because to you,

I am nothing.

Invisible.

Hugely invisible.

 V. Elizabeth Clark

Photo: The Invisible by Igor Oussenko

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About Essplus

Amateur photographer. Writer. Foodie.

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