I am the tracing paper girl, grown into a tracing papered woman. I am an outline of skin drawn on A4, a shape resembling a human. Nobody gets to see tracing paper me.
Tracing paper girl is a thin scribble, she is a thick blotted scream, she is sad twisted upon sad, her lines are unclean. She is loud in her silence, the way she slips over my outline and merges with me. Tracing paper girl was drawn with another’s hand, she has my outline but not my insides.
Tracing paper girl, I want to draw you away, the lightness of you resting on me is too heavy; the knowledge that together, we are one picture.
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