This Skin is transparent, like a stitch to spew, to flatter the moments of despair. The bruises occur, with an open mouth an empty sheet of braided dreams this skin claps and claps with a bowl of spewing lotus, and a hollow dripping hocus-pocus Peppermint& honey drops with earbuds sagging, this skin melts, in the oceanic mouth of yours. Or this skin divides in my repetitive sins and sins. I gasp and pray till my body collapse with a dying hint of clove, wafting breeze of paddy fields this skin smiles. Like polaroids humming in the crux of my immune skin.