There exists a being in your
chameleon skin,
changing in the minute.
No chasing you,
disappear into
whatever place you are.
Suffragist of this
ever changing,
ever shaping world.
Taking the scalpel
from the doctor’s hand.
Trepanning
and performing your
own lobotomy.
Isn’t’ it easy?
Hiding from yourself,
hiding from the world.
Behind layers of insulation,
you can’t even be
a coward.
A little incision here,
implant something there.
An offending appendage
is removed,
and now you fit in
anywhere.
Attracting yourself to
the flame in kind.
Curiosity tempts you,
and dooms you
at the same time.
It’s just who you are;
changeling,
shape shifter,
skin walker.
The being in you
looks around
and feels exposed.
Changing
like a cephalopod
to trick your predators,
not know thing
that the thing
that eats you
is already inside.
It’s
change your heart,
change your hair,
change your mind,
and change the world,
it’s only fair.
You got to
make it in the image
of the thing
that’s making you.
Pretty, isn’t it?
HG – 2022
