Tomorrow's skin

No name can fit this hollow mess of flesh,  so try another and carve a new facade  wear it today, a new one tomorrow as yesterday's skin has decayed into a rotten mesh of bruised and bloated purple-green. I know! lets create our own! this time it will fit! let's skin a wolf, a fox and a sheep! take a few from your neighbor's child Take a few from your friend and just a tiny pinch of him. Stitch it all together and wear it like a sweater. It fits right! like a name. but if it rots again,      I will wear your skin.    

This poem is about: 
Me

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