Rip another year from my skin
gaze upon the tender flesh
beneath—so pink and seal-slick
it no longer feels like mine.
Watch my worries cure the surface
until it hardens like leather
another fortress of despair
longing to be razed by hope.
Rip another year from my skin
gaze upon the tender flesh
beneath—so pink and seal-slick
it no longer feels like mine.
Watch my worries cure the surface
until it hardens like leather
another fortress of despair
longing to be razed by hope.