For today’s poem , choose whatever meaning of “skin” speaks to you most.
Today’s theme: Skin
Form: Prose Poetry
Device: internal rhyme
I think of my skin as a cover that holds my skeleton in place. For this reason I must give the look of wisdom, even though I cannot fathom.
One day I was told my skin is pale,my husband took me to the doctor, who advised, she is anemic she must eat liver or go for operation. ‘Operation I exclaimed is this your suggestion?’
‘ It’s the only option,’ he said.
I made a fuss, ‘he said we will discuss when you listen to us.’
I opted to eat liver to live forever. This is my story of affliction which I now treat with caution!