I want, I want

I want to wake up,
And feel that I have the skin,
Stuck to bone,
Which is mine,
And not yours.
My skin,
Hanging from my muscles,
so pretty,
So own
That neither you
You could judge it.
I want to wake up
And feel
So me
So own
So indestructible,
So dreamed
I want to wake up,
And do not hang from the thread
Of your voice.
Author: Carla Aranguren
@carlaaranguren