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 dirtI 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
