With bittersweet acid
in the marrow and
the tightness of expansion
I prepare to shed my skin
again, I am
raw underneath and
dreading
and
anticipating
something more beautiful
and light
when the cool breezes find
new scales,
flexible to the touch.
But right now,
sometimes,
I feel it too much.
The only way out
is through.
I will leave a part of me
behind.
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