Skin Deep

These are the things

constantly eating at me.

Some things

are better left unseen.

Don’t want to go too far.

Don’t want to look too closely.

All our abattoir,

dressed as resplendent

as the night.


Dolling up my faults,

so that they may appease you.

Cutting up my face,

keeping the air of youth,

but it’s just

old skin

stretched over old bones.

My dear,

I’m hiding much worse inside.


Struggle as we want

to become;



It’s just

another little thing.


eating at me.

One day I’ll be gone,

and all of this

barrier will come down.


Everything I’ve

been keeping in

is gonna come

spilling out.


I hope you’re ready for this.




HG – 2020


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