... 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…