My skin is forever forgetful
And while its a virtuous cycle,
The scrubbing and choking on
Soot and Sinew
My tender epidermis rapidly decaying to regenerate
For the cells to then wither once more.
I drag my nails along the residue
The experience flaking away en masse
All evidence fades as I shed and
shed again.
Humanity
Yeama H. Bangura is a writer and cultural essayist interested in the strange relationship between the self and the world around it. Her work draws from philosophy and personal experience to question the ways language, relationships, technology, and social structures shape the realities we inhabit. Her writing has been published in perediza.
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