When My Skin Peels Back

When My Skin Peels Back

A Poem by Kaela Craven
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An idea I had the other day and I was super tired when I wrote it but I've decided to keep it looking like a kid wrote it. I just like that simplicity.

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What if underneath my body I am a creature youve never seen

Maybe when we die we will look like we really are.

If everything has a name shouldn't everything have a look

And maybe when we die we will really look like us.

Maybe Jody will be purple

Or John will be red.

Maybe I will be microscopic

Maybe Matt will be huge.

So I'm waiting for the moment when my skin peels back

and the alternating darkness will show through.

© 2008 Kaela Craven


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Added on August 9, 2008
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Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ



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