I’d shuck this suit if I could
Begone skin begone flesh
Away with stagnant fat
I’d be free of this troublesome hair
Breeze unto my bones
Release me from this prison
That I may truly feel the air
Yet I would no longer feel the comfort
Of soft flesh against another’s chest
Or how I give beneath a hand
Though bones are beautiful
I think being soft might hold me fast
- Author: H.R. Powell (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 27th, 2021 15:58
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
Comments1
seeking a mode of escape
is natural,
utilising the concept of shedding skin
is understandable,
assuming, as skeletons we will be free of our anxieties and concerns
is far-fetched, to say the least
for one thing, imagine how much more calcium, we would need? lol
(interesting read, thanks for sharing)
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