Why skin is shed far from home

Those stolen

glimpses you send

my way pricks

permanent slime on skin,

suffocating, paralyzing

 

into a stiff-person

walk, viscera curdling,

beats slowing

and bones twisting.

I stop

 

far away, and stay

in a between. I lose

my thoughts and watch

strangers’ eyes pry off my skin

until I emerge.

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