Under Skin

Weird Poetry

I drew you in crowned moonlight and overcast sky

That night you slipped into my skin.

You painted me in swirling stars and ghostly auroras

That night I slipped out of your skin.

You moulded me from scalding ice and shattering fire

That night you bit into my skin.

I wrote you into my dreams of rusted earth and copper branches

That night I slept under your skin.




*** I was thinking so randomly about subdermal implants… like of shapes… to make raised designs on the skin. I don’t know why. Then started to think about if I could shrink myself and could burrow into a person. Then images, words, editing/revising, and the moon happened. Imagination is the only true freedom. ***

*** There is something very Silence of the Lambs-sy about this. ***

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