On Skin Posted by chaya on October 12, 2020October 12, 2020 It is labeled an obsession. I do not wish to live inside myself. Instead, my soul might wander like a ghost, untethered with grace. Translucent and empty. Who is to say who is the ghost? I wear the cloak. I drown. I smile. I pretend. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related