skinished

By Chie Theresa Fujioka

Perhaps this layer has grown on me
rooted in so solidly
this old past from which I turn
the epidermis which I burn

cracked open fortune tasted sweet
much too tempting not to eat
but when bitter was the flavour
too pungeant were the crumbs to savour

self-flattery you did employ
considerate enough to destroy,
trying so hard not to hurt
feelings you had done naught to divert

Is this about how you hurt me?
truly not, as you should see
but about the trees dead in your wake
lives you weren't afraid to take

She cared for you and so did she
you left them all so selfishly
never giving them a second glance
all in the name of young romance

And because you cannot read my mind
you know not what lies behind
keep losing it, like a steam roller
coaster, without a controller.

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