As I attempted to peel my skin in one uninterrupted sheet, it made a cocoon of sorts,
a home for the dead and damaged flakes of myself
As I rub myself between my fingers, the flakes fall and turn to worms in the dirt
I look at myself with fascination - divided- as my damaged and dead self is living in a liminal space of living and dead residing among not between the two
a home for the dead and damaged flakes of myself
As I rub myself between my fingers, the flakes fall and turn to worms in the dirt
I look at myself with fascination - divided- as my damaged and dead self is living in a liminal space of living and dead residing among not between the two