SKINDEEP

By Finnegan Swift

There is no truth in skin, fickle

veneer stretched choking tight

across truthful frames. Turn

clear that vile concealment.

Peel free the flesh of the fruit

with a delicacy known only

to a hand, so kind, that

long since shed its exterior.

Inferior is the coating than

the doting meat beneath, break

borders made by selfish need.

Let me see you as you are. No

lips should hide that weeping

smile. For me, no lips should

ever hide that weeping smile.

Hold Us, now We are alike.

No lies between our forms,

no limits, only warm, wet pain

to drench our mingled souls.

We grow not old now, without

our coats to tell us of the sun

we saw or scars we bore from

time that matters not. Unmarked

are our truer moulds and now

when We say We love you, you

must know there is no

deception in our words. Calm

reflection in Our crimson pool

of tears, We are so happy here.

We are so very happy here.

There is no truth in vile skin,

it morphs and twists and lies.

There exists no worse a sin

than hiding from Our eyes.

It’s better here without our chains

to hold us all in place.

We share it all, the burning pain,

our sinews and our face.

There is no truth in vile skin,

It covers up your frame.

You feel the ache to join us in

the place We are the same.

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