ants

the abstract patterns on this dress slips from my shoulders. i can no longer hide within the lace. i am so raw. so exposed to the dark claws that creep up my legs that try to pull me into its mouth. but free from the ruffles and over-volume-sphere like skirts, its eyes are clear and suddenly i can't help but laugh for its tinier than i thought. and in the joy of this surprise, it shrinks beneath my feet. and i can breathe. i can be free from the weight, i hid beneath, underneath my wings. i can fly higher. and i see how it was never quite me.