My Fixed Shell

I feel renewed

I look fantastic

The light's returned

My skin is elastic-

ated onto a mesh of bone,

The ecclesiastic face

Turns my waters to stone.


My features peak,

My eyes all glitter

The knife has fixed

My facial litter-

box of sagging skin and tissue

The judgement may come

And salve my issue.


The sphere is tight

My spirit fires

Blackened bruises

Cause me to tire-

ring around my bodie's film

This shell won't decay

Or meet life's kiln.


The End

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