Snake, skin
Wrinkled and leathered, creased and compressed with your touch.
Unwanted. unwanted touch.
I try to shed the indents way, shave the poison, bleach the bruises, figuratively... Literally?? I'll paint on top, a shade of Tuscan ivory. So matted it's irreversible.
I feel the shafty eyes in the grass, behind the curtains, Infront, beside, everywhere, at all times. But, at least I am stained voluntarily, well.... Forced, but with a pattern I chose.















