Ecdysis of innocence: we lie in the sun, praying for a semblance or warmth--
The world is turning our skin
The scales are a disappointment.
When I traded my innocence for understanding,
I thought the serpent in me offered
more than knowledge and nakedness.
I am shedding an old version of myself
every five months, but never seem to change.
There are shells that once looked like me
buried in my hometown.
When the older reptiles
told us that we looked
better under neon lust,
we believed them enough
to prove their cold blood.