naked in the dark

A Poem

shave layers off my soul.

why do i let you shave

layers off my soul? it was

made of solid gold, now

it's .925. never knew i was

this cheap under my thick skin.

This poem is from my self-published poetry Fake Flowers, and can be found on Etsy and Apple Books.

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