The hushness was a thick skin
I had grown around myself.
The scales glinted with a metal blackness
from the deep end of space.
I was toying with the pores
immersed in the bloodstream
when I heard the trees
gargle the wind
and the night shifted in its sleep
slept facing down to snore.
It was me again
thank goodness
left on my own to
see the wind being hissed through
before the rain came.

My skin finally cracked.
I was drenched.

©Malintha Perera 2015

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