Loose Skin

Drown my head in a sea of clay, 
imaginary faces shape the pieces of me
Scarring through my personal portrait 
to turn a facade of the imagery 
I am my outcome, to turn in separate
I am embedded in loss,  in my own, loose skin. 
I will never rot again, 
tore my own heart to create the spin
Throw my head through personal torture
that it creates willingly

I'm in my own skin