What Lies Beneath
by Mae Pike
· 14/11/2025
Published 14/11/2025 15:38
Tracing the curve where skin meets bone,
I wonder how much of me stays unknown.
A fragile surface, holding deep scars,
as I flick through faces, like old, worn cards.
People glance over, they rarely see,
the weight that I carry, the soft part of me.
In that gentle space, I find my fear,
the secrets I guard, the truth I can’t clear.