The Skinning

 

I would try ripping it, 

   Like a skin off. 

  But that takes muster- 

And I just can't. 

  Draped as a disease

Cloaked in it, head down at grave yard masses. 

Black and dropped off for wear, 

  Shaded by rays and an oversized hat 

Tip of hair, to toe in black. 

  Red flashes 

and elucidative stress. 

  Calm....though. 

Like an undertow 

 Of chilled ice...

Giving the illusion 

Of melting.