i don’t have the same skin anymore
but i still haven’t cleaned away the dust,
which means my old skin sleeps comfortably under the bed and under the rug.
if you peek there, she will come out.
i’m not sorry she still exists.
she never really died.
she’s in a coma.
in a hospital.
and i’m her only family.
i visit her regularly with flowers.
i feel bad- she wants to be me and doesn’t realize she is.
tomorrow is excited for us to catch up.
i feel bad- she wants to be me and doesn’t realize she is