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shedding my skin
I've never thought of myself hissing like a snake wriggling on my belly and being in need of so much warmth and light shedding my skin is at times like peeling a stubborn wound one which wants to heal itself yet continues to ooze and weep shedding my skin is like misplacing all of my clothes then wandering off into a dark dream knowing where you are but feeling at sea with no compass shedding my skin is like pulling back my gums to extract long eye teeth with sharp shining pincers the white room I'm in becomes a throbbing amoeba waiting to swallow me whole shedding my skin is something I've tried often the surface of me is loose and wagging, as useless as a limp webbed-wing I want to pick at the puckering of skin hanging why is it that change has no ending? I want to find a detour a way around it my skin is so worn it needs mending... still I search for the illusive swab of tenderness which I might ply shedding my skin is much harder when I try and try and try so I whisper an aside from the stage to the audience: (just let it be done and over...) LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS ORIGINAL POEM FEBRUARY 10/2020...11:58PM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE-MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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