Skin

I sit on a rock Waiting for My skin to dry. The droplets run Down my back Along my thighs.

I sit on a rock Watching the tide Creep slowly up I’m trying not to hide.

My skin is puckered Like raw chicken flesh With lines and spots

How could I pretend To be something I’m not?

Flesh, meat and bones This is my home. But my body has me So it’s never alone.

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