Alone, Swaying

Mood: "Open Passageways" by All Them Witches

Alone, I

Slide in rhythm, to the cupboard

Shrug soft, smooth shoulder

Fluff my hair

In the music and texture, I

Pluck my glass like a goddess

, Bewitched by melody,

Grin

In this moment alone, I

Sway, dip

Finger-trace my neck

Move in all the right ways

Basking in my worth, I

Wear plaid pajamas

Sway my thicc curves

Authentically glow with my scars