Confessions Tape #5 by Keana Águila Labra

i. He asks me my favorite place
to rest. I wish I could tell him it’s
within his arms, but I’ve seen far
too much and it remains
etched in my skin.
ii. I look upon my flesh and feel at home
so what am I to you?
iii. If we go back five years,
we can hear the songs of the hills
I can just feel the blue caress my arm.
iv. this is what you mean to me.

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