Sure, I’m solid, but am I tangible?

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

Am I even real?

I cannot be seen.

I’m unseen.

Probably transparent.

You don’t see me

They don’t see me

I see myself, but am I me?

Can you feel with your eyes, friend?

Touch me with your corneas,

envelope me with your eyelashes

A butterfly’s kiss

Feel my jaw and jagged edges

Feel my feminine lines, feast with your

Snow-white eyes

Do you feel me?

Do you know who I am?

Do you understand me, when you

Touch me with tired hands

You cannot see my eyes

nor my tears

You cannot see what you’ve missed

blind, all these years

Even with open eyes, you still

can’t see me.

Am I tangible?

Am I invisible?

I do not exist.

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