Moulting.

So evenly it sheds
skin, love –
a gentle slip
in symphony
to betray a leather
breach;
its new & true jacket,
sleek
in fresh venom.

I arch the path
of the latest asp
in hot ash, unravelled
along cinders of
our nebulous friends;

kidneys, liver, lovers –

those fallen organs
shape neurotic beds
for a living dead.

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4 Responsesso far.

  1. I stopped writing for some months, it died so I put it all down. I have posted a couple of brand new ones, but right now I am going through the process of revisiting and reediting with new eyes. In part to update my work, and to reacquaint myself with previous literary confidence. Thank you guys for your comments. Sorry for the reheating leftovers of old scribbles, haha.

  2. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:

    i remember this too, Sommer. loved it then, still do.

  3. Dean English Dean English says:

    Love shedding skin, our growing out of things, but remaining dangerous…feels guilty, secretive, and natural

  4. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    I see to remember this, Sommer, maybe it was an earlier draft. What fabulous sounds in it, especially the second stanza. T’is A hot, messy business ’tis!

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