Skin Deep


Upon the ashes of my birth a deep attachment was drawn, inside the ivory tower of silver scales salvation came, from an imagined past my Achilles Heel was born;

colourful configurations in heavenly patterns of unrivalled beauty, not to  be looked at thus averting public scorn,

blood stained sheets revealed inky scratches upon the skin, scabby exterior  of one who  hides in flaming isolation with a relentless need to create;

caked, cracked and bleeding, red snowy implosions spread, a perfect shelter for a tarnished body to conceal.