I slip into you unnoticed. Pass through your skin with hardly any tension. I hope this doesn’t make you claustrophobic because I know you can't even stand to have nail polish on your fingers… too foreign. You inherited that from our mother. 

 

But you both paint your toes so I will crouch lower inside of you- further from your eyes, further from your mouth as you eat. As I crouch lower I’ll keep looking up at you. Watching you make the same facial expressions as me and dancing with your shoulders. 

 

I won’t stay long, but I don’t need to. Just a few seconds to breathe with no space around my body.