A poem about my new shirt!

23 Apr

Black Moth Super Rainbow – Lake Feet

We’ve all got skeletons,

skin deep down.

When we get cut they try and climb out.

So we curse and shout some

skin deep noun.

Send those fuckers home in pale green gowns.

We

make them hurt.

We

drown em in

ethanol.

Sewn into the scars in our bodies. Hide our bodies inside clothes. Close those jackets, never to be opened or exposed.

Because

We’ve got a fear of being open and exposed.

Of

taking off our clothes.

Of

the stories of our scars.

Of

all these bones of ours.

What a world this would be if we had no skin.

No muscles or nerves,

nothing to hide in.

image: unknown

 

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