Soft

H.R.Powell

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 Offline)
  • Published: October 27th, 2021 15:58
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    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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