Slowly slither
from the shadows of the bones.
Slip from the skull
soft, smooth skin
selecting a ray of sunlight to reflect,
a bit dull, too tight around her
Not the jewels that grew beneath
ready to leave it behind
Uncoiling
creeping
curl around rocks
Press against the shifting sands
into the slate of False dawn
Leave it behind the dark
of night
Close your eyes remembering
the moonless dark
Dulls the scarlet crimson rose petal scales
just more each evening
Under the arching ribs as we curl up for sleep.
Having enough
scratch your nose against the sandstone
scrub the itch of others’ suspicions
break the molt
slowly
slip by slip
leave it behind
slither from the sticky
press your cheek to the rough
scales at your very front
Breaking.
About the Creator
Kind & Byrne
Jorji Kind and Pen Rhys Byrne writing team
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