Soft Skin

In a desert of ash, I left my body behind.

I climb out of my skeleton from my skull, my bones break in half and fall at my sides, and my skin pools around them, cushioning my fall.

I know it is still there, waiting for me to come back, but it will never happen. It awaits, blank still blinking eyes, hair floating in the wind, and the moon necklace I was born with, still engraved in my skin.