Skinless II

I felt bare,

Ripped open to the world,

Letting in so many people and remaining so superficial.

So skinless, like there was nothing there to protect me.


My shield was gone.

I was laid out ready for the world to stab.

For the viruses to invade.

For my life to me taken.

Sacrifical meat.

Turning on the spit.

Dead, skinned with a light brush of oil.

Nothing more that my components.

I was the politicans friends.

The voice for the people.

But I wasn't,

and I was.

Now I am nothing,

Just a chunk of flesh,

What I was and am.


The End

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