Friday, 26 February 2016

#fridayflash: skin

I wear his righteousness like a wetsuit; slick, tight, a second skin. It keeps me warm; human.

When I forget, I am cold; frigid and fierce, ice storms, blizzards. Angry. Hungry.

I should remember always, keeping him close, remembering what it means to be alive.

Forgetting the death in me.
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2 comments:

  1. Cat Russell27/02/2016, 11:54

    This reads more like a poem than a story. I'll be contemplating this one. :)

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  2. Cheah Wui Jia15/07/2017, 23:10

    nice work! moving and meaningful

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