◈ melt away || original poem by luckie || 133 words ◈ ◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈ I wish that the skin could melt away. Like wax wings that have flown far too high and taunt their wearer with scalds, or ice that has been left out to wallow in its own death. It is not my skin. It is not mine, nor is the flesh it protects, nor the bones it conceals. Red blood courses through intricate roads of a stranger’s veins. I am chained in a prison made of flesh. Forever doomed to scratch and scrape at the walls until dark red blood stains my hands. Locked in here, to suffer, to be punished for mere existence. I wish that the prison would melt away and take my chains with it, into a puddle of its remains. I would be nothing, but at least I would be free. ◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈◈
