I can no longer live in this skin
bleach flesh away from bone
with bile, acid, salty blood & tears
Absconded from facebook via Wendy B.
I like this sentiment; I’ll stop trying to be the sun (never very successful – usually just glare to glint on my glasses lens and back into the world) and try to be the moon (a softer glow with more magic and ephemera). Are you the sun or the moon?
And must remember this:
Make appointment with giant bubble wand, twirly sundress and bare feet on side lawn.