Souls

As it darts forward to a different place

It sheds its skin and hangs it on a spade.

Flesh dripping goo on the floor wrinkles covered

It hangs it all away shedding its mane

The smells reek in the room with their odour

It tears it apart breaking the waves that exist

Blowing it up, burning it all, breaking to resist

It regards the spade and glares snarling at it.

It sigh’s turns, ashamed. In the mirror he sees wearing it…

(15/12/2003)

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