Fresh scars
I swear they weren't here yesterday
Yesterday I had fresh skin,decorated only in orange brown speckles
Now all I see is a blurred image of my old form, with a grayish hint,
Two sides melting into a sinkhole that is waiting to meet them in the middle
Different not only in appearance  but in shape as well
Flat land turned mountainous
A gang of cells with a bird's-eye view
I feign recognition,
I had really forgotten all about them,
But this feeling, this feeling isn't as new