Tomorrow's skin
No name can fit this hollow mess of flesh, so try another and carve a new facade wear it today, a new one tomorrow as yesterday's skin has decayed into a rotten mesh of bruised and bloated purple-green. I know! lets create our own! this time it will fit! let's skin a wolf, a fox and a sheep! take a few from your neighbor's child Take a few from your friend and just a tiny pinch of him. Stitch it all together and wear it like a sweater. It fits right! like a name. but if it rots again, I will wear your skin.
This poem is about:
Me