Skin and Bones

Just flesh,

My skin that makes me beautiful, ugly, fat, perfect, a slut, a bitch, privileged or posh.

Just my skin and bones.

My skin is saturated in hopes and pleas, red with guilt and lust

My skin is aflame in the colors of my thoughts, burning in shame

My skin, is slowly melting.

My skin slides off my body in a delicate stream,

The way tears slide down my cheeks

Pooling at the corners of my lips.

An organized purge of dehydrated hopes.

I watch my flesh wash down my shower drain,

Hauntingly embraced by my salty spirit.

His unwanted hands and invading body stole my skin,

Uninvited in my bed.

Grasping the edges of my sink,

I watch the skin drip from a strangers face,

Crusting the porcelain with salty prayers

My skin soaks my sheets, as I wake from a nightmare,

Seeping with blood red thoughts.

I turn on the lights but it cannot assuage my blinding fears

As my skin melts into nothing, I hear it whisper to me.

Ostentatious with good intentions and candor

My colorfully dark mind gossiping with the air

Nothing, it says.

Your Fault,

It’s your entire fault.

The word nothing resounds and rinses away my essence in flesh,

Like spring rain rinses away the winter snowfall,

Leaving behind a broken, depleted, mud stained earth.

Beneath my skin, it’s just bones.

My soul is whispering away in tides of melting skin.

But I grow back new skin.

And I watch it wash away again.

Soon I will be just a bag of broken bones.

When my skin is too tired to rebuild itself.