Skin: A Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

Skin

Tattered and pulled

Too tight

Too loose.

My skin,

Scarred and ruined

And wounded.

Saddened and angered

By my life

By my choices.

These ungodly marks

I stare at in the mirror-

Remind me

Of the journey I’ve led,

Of the purple path I choose

When everything was blue.

Of the bowls I pushed away

Satisfied and savouring

The poison

That nearly killed me in his death.

Of the lives I’ve lost.

Of the life I’ve kept.

My skin,

Tattered and pulled,

Too tight

Too loose.

I am a tiger who has earned her stripes.

Porridge: A Memoir 

A memoir about life after death, and a little girl who nearly lost her life after her father lost his.

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