i am dead skin
return to the sun when i d r y
cold husk warm husk empty husk
empty mind e m p t y

dried gray blank gray blank sheet
cat scratch white sheet black ink
ink trailing canvas
canvas trailing pen
bury it
painted eyes that follow me
colored in
but never quite saturated

i swallowed once, you winced.
i pried apart your ribs.
you were scratching at my fingertips, pawing at my wrists.

dead mind empty mind empty wants
red thoughts blank thoughts