Walking in Public
- Adelrhany Georges
- Dec 29, 2022
- 1 min read
Without fail,
I am observed.
Surveyed superficially,
as the silver scalpel of those around me
begin to probe my soul.
Peering out through their windows,
with curiosity both
childlike and cautionary,
I avert my gaze
to release my blinds,
covering an essence
that renders opaque after a single breath.
Inhaling, exhaling
exercising animalistic autonomy
enclosed in a pen of flesh.
I take residence in myself
and in others,
swallowed and asphyxiated
under the soaked duvet
of self-consciousness.
I've chosen to be selectively permeable,
conceivably I’ve convinced myself it was of my own volition.
Denying my admittance,
naively neglecting
the traces of myself that stain the window panes around me.
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