Skin of Innonce

Skin of innocence adultery in a garden of villages. Where plants preach nature in pollution, lovingly clashing colors . coffins laid in mirrors. My unveiling in my confidence, after life was the unknown. that day I lost my breath. lost my tongue. I rained colors of metal, I stabbed myself in the bag .Zip it all. I was confused between two bridges,I looked south(down)on a verse tales of the worse signed a curse on. I was of habits written in " sins but clean. Cohabitant"ed" heart beats an- examrooms. Diaries in the membrane asks questions a lot of papers. I thought I knew nature too. Who was I going to be? I am not Moses. I preach not, but allow me narration... I was a little brat. Perfecting my tools. Sanding my imperfections in in a foundation of none existing brick. Embracing a slummish home. Hugging on my soiled bricks. Though i looked far uglier than a plot, I believe in a blank dream I was telling my story. Mirrors couldn't term my existence. ....skin of innocence