by mandaceehb

Time and time and time again I say I am afraid of change:

I really am

I don’t want the skin overlying my bones to become so unrecognisable that those

who have touched me and loved me in darker days

don’t see the imperfections of a double helix

but only glaze the skin of velvet and speak of a 

foreign concept called ‘flawlessness’


I don’t want my dead shadows to lie behind me in a trail of

shed snakeskin

For me to pick up all my past selves and

find the way back home after the glamour fades away

Slithering into drains and gutters beneath polished heels

The shine of concealed sweat behind iron grilles