Leaves
caught in light
delicate as all destruction
feather on fire
you lay naked craving tin
and the ping of raindrops on the roof
outer layers scabbed with bites
braille over body
this skin soft and flammable
shedding as embers
switch to strip to patter
hand greasy
green underneath layers
bury thought in dirt
knowing which trick will provide the greatest return
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