I've shared my deep thoughts.
I have shed every layer of myself.
I am naked.
The intensity of me is too much for you.
So you cloth me
faster than I became undressed.

You even bought me a new coat.
Something warmer.
Something to keep you away from the truth.
Maybe if you erase the thought of my bare skin,
You will erase the thought of me ever shedding.

— Fladinerys Belliard // Clothed