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I leave my skin
all ways I go
a paper trail behind me
it falls from me
bundles on doorsteps
secrets in landfill
I shed it
in the winter & summer
spring & autumn alike
sinew begins to show
alone in the street
in the house
in the darkness
my own printing press
spits papers of my life
& less & less my body
when I am nothing
but bone
I will have found a home.
all ways I go
a paper trail behind me
it falls from me
bundles on doorsteps
secrets in landfill
I shed it
in the winter & summer
spring & autumn alike
sinew begins to show
alone in the street
in the house
in the darkness
my own printing press
spits papers of my life
& less & less my body
when I am nothing
but bone
I will have found a home.
Published 22nd Sep 2012
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22nd Sep 2012 6:09pm
27th Oct 2012 2:16pm
8th Mar 2014 10:24pm
I really, really liked this piece. I have eczema and literally shed my skin all the time it spoke to me, albeit probably differently than its actual meaning aha. Loved it.
22nd May 2018 4:22pm
9th Oct 2020 9:23pm
Eye like (it) most much............looks like ye haven't posted anything in many years. Hope you are well.
