I was born with thick skin
and a heartbeat.
My mother read bedtime stories
that scared away the monsters
below
The rain fell heaviest
on the one who held the umbrella
above
all the while a drizzle melted my skin.
My face grew small,
and my hair smoldered.
And the funniest thing was that
they concerned themselves with
keeping
the fire fed.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
I was born with thick skin
and a heartbeat.
My mother read bedtime stories
that scared away the monsters
below
The rain fell heaviest
on the one who held the umbrella
above
all the while a drizzle melted my skin.
My face grew small,
and my hair smoldered.
And the funniest thing was that
they concerned themselves with
keeping
the fire fed.
