collagen raze our scars don't make us who we are but they're all i can see 201026 ... ovenbird I dissolve heaps into my tea, trying to give my body back what it refuses to hold. This futility costs a fortune and I despise myself for falling victim to the toxic beauty narratives I try to shield my daughter from. These days my skin is the work of paper wasps, masticated cellulose so thin I could put myself in an airmail envelope, send myself across the ocean. I wait to see what will hatch from each sealed cell. 260703 what's it to you? who go blather from