I can't help it that ghosts come out, every time I breathe or just open my mouth. I found my true skin today. It was on accident, and it bled all down my leg. And damn did it bleed. Messed up the palms of my hands, chin, and cheek. Walked it home and fell asleep.

It was the belly of that bird. It kept catching my eye. I tried not to look, but it's like see-through when she flies. And I found my true skin today. It was an accident. Bloody mess. Walked it home. And now those ten speeds are put to rest. 

And wouldn't you know, that dream, it wouldn't let me into the afternoon. But it's better that way. I'm not missing anything. And now the night will come soon.

mw