I’m not human
at least I don’t feel like I am
I sure as hell look like one but
My skin is wrong
The wrong shape
The wrong
texture
I was a man before I died
With a wife and a son.
Before that I had skin made of opal
And hair like a curled lion’s mane
My names not right.
Its the only name that fits,
But its wrong.
I'm not a human
But what else could I be?
I went to a woman for help
She told me i'm not alone
It doesn’t help
So I live in my mind
Where I have ears like the fae
And teeth like the undead
In the world behind my incorrectly colored eyes
I'm free to not be human in peace
I am not human
But i’m getting good at pretending.














