Saturday, April 13, 2013

underworld (Day 13, NPM)

Resonant skin, that stretched cloth around your gossipy bones.

We carry, on these thin sheets, fragments of time
coming off our fingertips in flakes,
they whittle/rub down the past, revealing small hurts

Each time I’m touched more of me wears away,
the underneath slowly revealing a ruddy world.

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