i want to step out of my hateful skin
and peel off my scales
like fabric
like feelings
like everything temporary.
like a snake molting its skin
i crave to be something new.
i want to shed the pure essence that is me
and leave my skin behind
so i'm just a tangle of strings
and broken clocks
and pulsating organs.
ill come to you in your dreams;
maybe give you a call around the holidays
but in the end, darling
you will be left somewhere
amongst
the dust
next to
beside
or within
my dead
excess
*skin