Poetry

Shedding

“But I only know one thing: I need you.
So please, just hold me for a little while.”

I feel like I’m shedding my skin. Layer by layer, I am unraveling. Like a spool of yarn, at the mercy of a wild litter of kittens. And I am down to the last few inches. I am raw. Exposed. And something is about to happen. I just don’t know what that something is. I don’t know what to do about it.

But I only know one thing: I need you. So please, just hold me for a little while.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I’m here. So hold me.

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