flawsfoldedtoorigamiswans:I makeup my face with soft. I spit bars of tiny birds. The room, a tight...

flawsfoldedtoorigamiswans:

I makeup my face with soft. I spit bars of tiny birds. The room, a tight hug of friends. A man holding a microphone like hand. We dance even if it is not cool to do so. All the joy I folded into my mouth like a tent I was too ashamed to pitch, unfurling. All the boys in the corner, dropping their muscles quicker than a Facebook Like. I take off my skin I take off my gender I take off halfway through the party because I am afraid of being beautiful. Lie. I am afraid they might realise they are being beautiful & then the party

is over.