My Skin of Gold

Come here, he says
And his eyes say
Or I’ll kill you

My skin of gold
turns black and blue
Or so it feels

An inheritance of beasts
of raging fear
is passed on to me

Even if my mind survives
this body is forever lost

Today was not a good day. I’m sad and tired. Hence my little poem.

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