the snarl for the end.
“Tangled hair once silken
Now brittle layered in
between oil and skin flakes
animal skin
flaking
flaking
mistaking
the snarl for the end.
She reached her fingers in
Toward the pit
and ran
them through
silk and mane
pain
pain
of skin scabby cracked surface.
The purpose of this dermis
And the shedding of matter
No longer needed
For her journey coat
Broke
Broke
Choked
on the matted hair that pulled.
Shed this skin
Shed this skin
Shed this skin
Voice, body, and soul whispered
Shed this skin
Shed this skin
Shed this skin” – Megan Marie Seaman
