Skin

When it rains,
I dont go out to feel it trickling down my skin,
to feel myself being washed away,
my thoughts sinking with the weight.
Instead i grab a raincoat
draping myself around it.
I fear
my clothes clamped against my skin,
your eyes would crawl underneath and
make me feel
less skin,
more bone

by Deep Sangani

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