it is a new day, a new hour, a new second, and i have new skin.
i'm hoping it's impenetrable, but as i fall down and scratch my knee, i realize it isn't.
i'm hoping it's smoother, but as i run my fingers over the rough scab from yesterday's tumble, i realize it isn't.
the sun is shining down on my skin, and i see that it's causing me to glow.
this has happened before, but it's different now, because it's stretching deeper than my skin. i can feel it within.
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the moonlight casts a shadow on my skin. it's unsettling. it makes me feel blue. but i am tired of feeling blue, so i go inside, so that maybe i will feel green or yellow or red.
anything but blue, because i always end up drowning in it, yet here i am, talking about it like it will not swallow me when i wake up tomorrow morning. or afternoon. or maybe i won't wake up at all, so that way i am no longer held captive by this blue ruin.
i haven't written in a couple months. these are two different poems with one very thin relation. my mind is blank. this is ******. and blue ruin is a movie reference. i apologize for everything.