Remains

I have invented a new skin

This one you can’t peel back

This one you can’t take off

/I birthed it from a infertile womb

;at the crime scene of my heartbreak

Bloody emotions spilling everywhere

Thick veins of madness exposed and seared

A production of murdered love.

I sewed this new skin

With miles of metallic wires and every needle you poked me with

Trying to diagnose this, trying to give it a name

I named the old skin after her; in the dark corner of my shared skin

No, I won’t braid your hair like she did

No, I can’t wear that,

Like she did

Yes, this new skin comes with a new heart

I stole it from a wandering spirit.

There is more to write but I must push these phantoms back.

My friends gather in glory to propound theories;

About where I disappear to

I tell my thoughts as I stand amongst them in my new skin.

“Maybe..”

Published by Yvery Anthony

Yvery Rosemary Anthony is what earthlings call me. I breathe Ghana. Everything is between me and the secrets behind my work.

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