Backlot Influence
I lay my skin down on the floor.
I let it lie.
I let something sink into
the muscles that remain.
The television blares, turned up,
screeching into the upsetting space.
I king of Gorgonites.
I king of any culture surrounding me.
Yes, a transformation.
A veritable field of options,
filed down and a position
filled. I laugh as I run.
Shedding, shedding, into a sun.
(what I perceive as sun)
The backdrop stings my new skin.
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