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"Skin Bug" by Deena Warner
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"Skin" by Gina Wisker
I've got you (soon) under my skin
Burrowing
eating away the dead flesh from which
you spring
pellucid with your one fixed eye, intent
clearing away the debris of this corpse
this rotting waste, these remains of self, I've
got you now
about to re-enter
the space that was only mine
or rather once
previously mine
to control and name, to own.
You are
Surprised,
momentarily captured on film,
scaling the entrance
avoiding the constraints of self
of skin
of life.
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