Notes on mercy

I fell into your notebook
and crawled out
smelling like bog standard tea
dressed in ocean greenblue
all your thoughts covering my skin

You can’t make me over
but bathed in kindness
I feel a layer of skin
(armour,brick wall,fortress)
sliding off-hitting the ground

Face veiled to save my soul
we walk through a door together
knowing there are two paths
on the other side
one rainy-one dry

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