Thin Skin

Free verse on rage

Opalescent light. I took the picture

Thin skin
is wrapping a person
without any texture.

Desecrating rain
pumps it up
to the bone.

I’ll sun
forces the pores.

Fierce wind
welts and confuses.

Unsolved rage
coming from the past.

Long ignored,
believing the chant
of abandoned mermaids,
orphan of their Ulysses.

The greatest lie.
Fire under ashes

-a perennial ambush-

now is trembling and flouncing,
and blazing.

Where is the road
to that room opened just for tears?