Second Skins

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this poem is about the changes that define us. 

 the exit scolds her as she attempts her escape. time tumbles. all falling leaves and papercuts. the darkness quietly clings to its remaining spark. even as the winter devours the flame. 

choices are fertile. skin is like gallows. someone will hang today. 

the world is tender. half eaten meat. and the animals are voracious. 

the storm is timid. unsure of its strength. 

but the sky is earnest. and the soil is ambivalent. 

her touch is shallow as she pretends to trust the game. 

her pieces are scattered. as she continues to maneuver her pieces.

no longer interested in winning. 

wearing each puzzle like a new face. 

while all the world becomes a stranger. 

Filed under: September 2024 Sad Poetry