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TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

MOLECULES

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..



The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

Kikipurr (For Our Boy/Girl Cats)

Don't Breathe 3/17/2021 12:21 AM PST

The Legacy List

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

Wisdom of the Infinite

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

Preferring The Stars. (After College)

So Glad I Met You

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

Only Yesterday (For T.J..)

WHAT CHIRPLESS CRICKETS MAY PREDICT (IN HORROR MOVIES--DREAM POEM)

The Differences

No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Out On The Street

Taking Up Alley Living

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Liminality

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

The House Is Alive

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Shedding Your Skin


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
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