My skin feels ashen,
dry as winter corn
abandoned in the fields.
-
Even a subtle brush of my fingertips
sends flakes falling to the floor –
Chunks of my flesh.
-
Can you see it?
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The mirror giggles with glee,
and I wish my watch
were The Timekeeper.
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They call me crazy,
Unbalanced,
as I peel off the past
with bitten nails.
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Do you see it?
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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