we tore away those nonsensical, evanescent material objects
that packaged our existence like wrapping paper;
they served only as a decoration to make us appear
as more than we were,
in order to sell ourselves to judgmental eyes.
we shed, carefully unzipped our fragile body-suits.
they crumpled to the ground, with not a sound,
taking with them jagged pieces of identity.
we peeled off our onion layers, until we reached a bittersweet core;
its tagalong odor permeated
through our essence.
our crusts cracked. everything oozed out of their gaps of imperfection.
we were relinquished
from the universal turtle's shell that hid our heads and
Sheltered Our Selves.
then we were liquefied,
sifted through a filter. we watched our masks get left behind;
they were simply too large to pass through to the other side.
we unclipped the wings of our suppressed pers