Our pieces fall

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 18 Jan 2023

How many skins do we have underneath?
pieces of you
fall
while you get in the car
breaking you
against life.
peeling off the layers
of your skin
Until I see you (I think)
a piece of the soul
flying under the shirt.
peeling off my layers
of the skin
that she believed hard, dry, old.
Our pieces fall
and the city
breaks
at your feet
and it's a pile of rubble
piled up
walking to the sun.
There is no nap today.
we have to break
and our skin will remain on the floor
surrendered at your feet