He peeled
    back the layers
of my thin
  summer skin
     Leaving
  me bare
In the
  S
     p          
         i                    
        n               
      n         W    
     i              i
       n         n
         g         t      W
                    e      i
                     r     n 
                              d

The F
          a
             l
               l
        at its end

           g  
         n
           i
         r  
          p
The S
          of my sin

The
       a     t    n
          u   m  
        within       
                 
A New                                
    I begin                                     

Layers            i  ­    g
l       w      n
          B       o                              
                h  
 i                       t       e            
    n                                        
                   i         d
             w       n