I believe I will remove my skin
In winter,
I have grown larger than my old skin.
When I stand naked on my grass
as a renewed canvas
(Dew, and clippings stuck to my feet.
With the morning light reflecting off my paleness.)
I will create a new skin
from leaves
twigs, hair
paper, markers
glue
life, [the cold and warmth of interaction]
Staples, styrofoam
fireworks
kerosene, flashing lights.
When I have finished
I will have destroyed myself (autocanabalism)
and with luck
become a god for the new Aged
What should I change?
Comments
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this is pretty powerful to me, although the lines are short
they are right to the point and speak out from the rest...
keeeep writing!
-Marisa :]

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imagery ..
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wonderful

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i like the middle the begining is a little
too explained?
does that make sense because i really hope it does
i dont like autocanabalism in the ( ) either say it or dont you know ?
i like the end very nicely written my love
<3


