Stained Skin

Clothes sprawled

across this thin wire

I watch myself

be born again

 

Nakedness,

imperfection

Un-matching hues

found in my skin

They call the dark ones

“sunburned”

The rest were visibly spared

 

Summer crept to collect my sun

It was unabashedly

bared!

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