• she had skins

    stitched together in invisible seams that

    tremble fall apart silver threads like

    glassy bowls dark moons

    she tried on different skins every day

    sewing plastic flesh and red lips

    at night she would slowly peel off

    one by one

    layers unravel ribbons like moonlight

    crawl in between cotton sheets

    jumbled arteries sinew and brittle bones

    dappled moonlight

    she cannot recall

    what her skin

    used to look like