Other Poem 4 - Sukh Mehak Kaur

in between the pages of everyday...

Bit by bit I'll collect every scrap of skin that my soul sheds. 
I'll stick it all,

 in between the pages of everyday.
I'll protect it with see through walls.

I'll kill it's ephemeral vulnerability,

 numb its soft creases 

and put it on display, 

in between the pages of everyday.

It's winters my dear, 

soul sheds it's skin 

at-least once an year. 
My spinning fan tends to disagree. 

But who's he 

in the battle between me and me.
I, me and myself 

are all shy strangers with social anxiety. 
How do I deal with this crowd of so many of me(s). 

I guess I'll serve them some food 

spiked with numbing numbness of every kind.
I'll wait while they digest and poison takes effect.

Maybe then, I'll solve the case of my pealing soul.
Until then you're free to see me 

in between the pages of everyday.