My skin feels ashen,
dry as winter corn
abandoned in the fields.
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Even a subtle brush of my fingertips
sends flakes falling to the floor –
Chunks of my flesh.
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Can you see it?
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The mirror giggles with glee,
and I wish my watch
were The Timekeeper.
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They call me crazy,
Unbalanced,
as I peel off the past
with bitten nails.
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Do you see it?
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
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Comments (4)
such a great piece
Nice.
Hey, a nice perspective.
Excellent writing, free from the past 👏