SnakeskinMy truth is swept up in twisters, It breaks into blisters Sisters and brothers Whisper to others. Mothers turn listless.Snakeskin
Restless I wander and weave, Can't leave this burnt bruised and broken Token of truth. The snake drags her skin Only memories in - Where she's been, What she's seen, Withered white dead skin in favour of green.
My truth is lost in dry dirt, Buried in hurt My nails split from digging Blood on my shirt Tears in my eyes The skies full of grey clouds that never break. For heaven's sake and mine,
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