Something new tonight. Something about new beginnings, but leaving a piece of yourself behind.
Molting
The shed skin of a snake
laying in the grass
leaves behind a heavy presence
of two bodies.
One gone, one no longer whole.
All that's left is fragile.
A layer of scales, veiny ridges
and absent pieces of lost flesh.
Soon it will break down into flakes,
then into dust that will combine with the wind.
The skin will no longer linger,
the missing body growing a new,
but the presence of a wispy slither,
imprints a path of existence.
-AW
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