"The act of molting or shedding an
outer cuticular layer."
I knew coming into blue,
recognized that
love colored my eyes too.
For days I was blind,
ached,
starved for loves sake--
Convinced that so
much was at stake!
I wrestled with desire
and hate,
denied longing,
feared fate,
fought the need to mate,
then would compensate.
Irritable, I'd agitate.
I knew coming into blue
& embraced the devil too.
Writhed and wrestled
then shed you--
becoming something new.
By: Evelyn Augusto
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
"The act of molting or shedding an
outer cuticular layer."
I knew coming into blue,
recognized that
love colored my eyes too.
For days I was blind,
ached,
starved for loves sake--
Convinced that so
much was at stake!
I wrestled with desire
and hate,
denied longing,
feared fate,
fought the need to mate,
then would compensate.
Irritable, I'd agitate.
I knew coming into blue
& embraced the devil too.
Writhed and wrestled
then shed you--
becoming something new.
By: Evelyn Augusto
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