Exposed

From her hair to her toes,

she’s an unseen secret

walking to the store.

She’s a buried treasure

obscured by oddness

and layers of clothes

that keep her glued together.

Peel it all back,

find a bag of brittle bones

she sold for pennies and pretense,

a haunted house where no one

wants to live.

published in “Alien Buddha Zine #50,” republished on Contemplate