the clear film transcends itself across the neck,
a soft inclination, a slight tug-
peel off slowly,
almost precisely.
skin leaps bounds across the open terrain
floundering about as though
thoughts caressed its gentle
cellophane atmosphere.
away it flies
as skin turns loose
toward the open sky,
carried only such
as a plastic bag is carried by the wind.
forever obedient by the earth,
the creator of it's thin, soluble existence
mastermound truth,
buried underneath layers of unshed skin.
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