When My Skin Peels BackA Poem by Kaela CravenAn 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.
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 Last Updated on August 9, 2008 AuthorKaela CravenTucson, AZAbout"Incantations, spells, rituals, what are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a Shaman." "She died laughing. She died in ecstasy. She died with her eyes wide open." Well, if I had to do .. more.. |

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