... but memories.

the skin sheds;

i wanted to keep it

over the chill in my bones

like a paper mache shield

and keep new skin from shaping me

but when you realise you are part of a world that carries on

regardless

you suddenly feel the pull of the wind

fiercer than ever

until you cannot stop the skin

peel like old wallpaper

lifting away like fall petals

waving.

as i feel the chill rise

i am suddenly open and bare

i feel all, raptured by midnight melodies

lingering through the twilight mists

serenading a heart

full of dull ache with healing powers

and I remember the burn of

effervescent passion

when it stings your eyes

i feel the burn clogged within the deep tangles of

my self.

this is an ode to the skinless bones

the leftovers of unnatural disasters

with burning guts and a handful of despair;

carry on

without this stagnancy 

for it is much easier

to move as a part of

everything,

than to be left behind

with nothing…