I no longer feel my skin shedA Poem by Veronica R. CraftAm I getting rid of something? or Am I losing myself? Honestly, it doesn't matter because I can't feel it anymore.Last night, I was rotting in my bed like a dusty giant animal; the moon was eating the stars with her glimmer, the silver light, blinding them with her shivering bright, bind by the thread of fate. Every being I ever saw is crawling in the deepest pits of earth. I, too, am striving to- inhale the air, oh, how to breath, does anybody know? My skin is falling, bit-by-bit I can see it, how my body bleeds. But- why it is not hurting? like an onion, I'm stripping down my being. Will I be nude? or, Will I lose myself? -VrC
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Added on August 30, 2023 Last Updated on October 7, 2023 Tags: poem, skin, numb, writerscafe |