Confiding Skin

​They know

But confided in someone

Not confronting the face

One of them that I wear

Embedded into my skin

Regrowing like an Onion’s mould
Pretending that I’m not affected

In effect, changes

Roaming to new identities

Experimenting in fumes

And watching flames escape crevices

In my mind, blowing

Blown out like a stretched lobe

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