I’m a jumble of unfinished poems

Bunches of binary coding for color

Haphazard brush strokes of oxidized iron

Tumbling down my shoulders like watercolor

Against the pale white sun’s screams

Turning skin red like a fall leaf

Sun’s kisses dot my nose

Golden twin says my eyes look like the sky but

nothing more

My tongue is a carpenter that crafts in lies

Every day is composed of seasons and so

By winter’s sundown my heart always dies

My lips tell a story but in the skies you see truth

If others are mirrors, than the girl I see

Is cloaked in words dyed in hubris and couth

But none of this is the full picture of me

Because I stand alone

I strip off my sinning flesh till I’m naked to the bone

But still, nobody really likes what they see

Not even me