Painted skin and coloured between the lines.
Gone to the edge again.
Stripped the old layer of skin off,
Just so I could feel new.
And I threw the cacoon to you.

-- Black under your eyes, you sat on thheee floor.
Hunched like a crazy animal.
You stared at the many layers of colours in my old skin. --

Then you ate it whole,
Just so you could feel what I felt.
© 2003 Dannie McMillan

© 2006 DAM