a year's worth of skin
I am still scared
of being alone
with guys that look
and act too much
like him
Today my good friend
invited me to his
room and shut the door.
his face suddenly
looked like him.
I wanted to run
to leave my
mortal body behind
me, as if there is escape
from
my skin that still screams
I have shed a year's worth of skin
and still it remembers
the lights blinking out
the blinds folding in on itself
darkness coloring the hollows
of his eyes as he approached
cells dying as his claws raked
across my skin
my scream still
sticks to the edges of my throat
I want to
strip each layer of myself off
Anatomy has never been so
frightening
Here's the skin
the flesh the blood the bones
The DNA is mine
yet it is not mine.
A year's worth of skin
is not enough
to forget
YOU ARE READING
the soft
Poetrythey say to be soft is to be powerful but it gets harder to believe that every passing day
