On cracked bones within skin

Sometimes, my shyness is excruciating. It cracks my bones. And my body, my body waiting like a ship to move through waters, to navigate waves, to flow and rise up and move like air.

But my eyes are closed. My fists tight.

My shyness is excruciating sometimes.

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