Heartworm Peels

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 
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