"Shedding"
Displaying Artwork on My Canvas
By Hannah StantonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Photo by David Clode on Unsplash
My arms are covered in invisible tattoos,
scars that lie beneath the surface,
the needle used,
a bobby pin.
Scratching my skin raw,
a blotchy, red stain marks the spot.
Pieces of skin
split and I peel them off in the hopes that,
if I peel enough, I will become a new Creature.
But what I’m doing is not shedding,
though that’s what I call it.
And after all is peeled,
I am not a new Creature, nor am I a better
version of myself.
No, I am still me, only I’m bleeding,
and out of skin to peel,
so, I lick my wounds and
take stock of my body,
in search of my next victim.
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