I Leave Naked

Poem

Image by Comfreak from Pixabay

I leave halfway
through my second poem
exiting via the quietest sky

I am dumb, a tomb of atoms
fingers stung by dishes and womb
There is no balm for empty touch

Our old sofa, the witness
to a thousand deaths
comes to life to cheer me on

The flies are still dying
where I hung them on the line
I leave every type of mask behind

I go, naked of wisdom and time

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