WHERE THE SKIN KNOWS BEFORE YOU

There are encounters that the body recognizes

Before the mind even understands.

A grip on the throat,

A quiver on the arms,

A vertigo in the breath.

The skin is not wrong.

Record all.

Even the one you wanted to forget.

It tells you who to touch.

And who to run away from.

Even when you smile.

Even when you convince yourself that everything is fine.

There are hands touching.

And there are hands digging.

But the skin knows.

He always knows.

You listen too late.

You, no.

She trembles.

She shouts without speaking.

She saves you if you let her speak.