Invisible Woman

A year ago, this poem struck a chord with my readers. What are your thoughts today?

Meanwhile, Melody Muses...

Silent,

I slip among you –

The Invisible Woman.

I eat your food,

I laugh at your jokes,

I nod and smile at words

brittle as bones and nourishing as chalk.

Skinless,

I leak and stain

but your eyes perceive it not.

You see sunsets and flowers

and babies and happy endings

and paint over cracks with

an invisible brush.

I am from an ‘other’ world.

Silent,

I slip among you –

The Invisible Woman.

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Invisible Woman

sculpture1 535x400 People are strange, when youre a stranger.

Courtesy Yu Jinyoung's incredible 'Invisible' collection at London's Union Gallery

Silent,

I slip among you –

The Invisible Woman.

I eat your food,

I laugh at your jokes,

I nod and smile at words

brittle as bones and nourishing as chalk.

Skinless,

I leak and stain

but your eyes perceive it not.

You see sunsets and flowers

and babies and happy endings

and paint over cracks with

an invisible brush.

I am from an ‘other’ world.

Silent,

I slip among you –

The Invisible Woman.