protective second skins in various forms hide our edges so as not to make others uncomfortable, they conceal the landscapes of the body's hidden geographies where memories are preserved in epidermal layers the way rocks hold their histories and most days the rib cage fluctuates between resembling the walls of a garden in full bloom and the bone frame of a home haunted by shadows.....
the outline of the scapula
mapped by fingertips tracing
those armoured remnants
of where your wings used to be,
protecting now your arms
rendering the heart vulnerable,