Swirls and flowers mark my movement
from one life to another
Pungent black the first day
soon a brick-brown stain
is all that is left of
a change a moment a
feeling I try to hold on to
as tan streaks fade
into the barest blush
that threads along my
skin cracks until it is
indistinguishable
and who I am now
is all I can remember
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