i’ve built a bed from my cocoon 
of shed skin, i lay in it each night, 
listening to the whispering stories
it tells each time the breeze blows, 
i’ve been burning bits of it at night 
when the stars are hiding and it’s 
too dark to see myself 
but i’m running out of pieces, 
and the nights are getting darker 
and colder, and i’ve started shivering 
in my sleep, 
i lit my clothes on fire for warmth 
and my hair on fire for light, 
but neither were strong enough, so i touched 
the lighter to my body and let the fire 
take my skin, my bones, my blood 
until i became ash floating in the wind 
Day 11 of Na/GloPoWriMo
Prompt: a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?”

7 thoughts on “my reincarnation

  1. Wow Emily. That end scant rhyme with skin & wind. I tried to do a whole shedding wind kind of thing today but not as whispering-lu powerful as yours. You resonate with me. Thanks for writing.

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