Skin

"My skin is stuck in this unknown chapter of indecision
contemplating expansion or demolition. "

t takes more then a fingers touch to

feel the depth of my skin.

Watch as it frantically hides from all things beautiful.

Clapsing within it's own cage

 

A stale breeze, created from desperate digits

clawing through the aged pages of the instruction guide

of persuasion.

My skin is stuck in this unknown chapter of indecision

contemplating expansion or demolition.

 

It's the implication my dreams constantly hound me with.

Hinting that you are still challenging these boundaries

 

Shed

the toxic skin you clutch around your bruised pride

Your tale is to tall to hide, your dragon is left

draining through the flimsy floor of all things truth

is

It takes, more then a fingers touch

to feel the depth of my skin.

We both know

I never let you in.

The End

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