The year sheds its skin
like a snake
raw flesh
pink and moist
like a fresh wound
left vulnerable
from the past –
open,
breathing,
accepting oxygen
like a baby’s
first breath
day one
begins
tomorrow.
The year sheds its skin
like a snake
raw flesh
pink and moist
like a fresh wound
left vulnerable
from the past –
open,
breathing,
accepting oxygen
like a baby’s
first breath
day one
begins
tomorrow.
Sneezeoems 