pretty's just armor

something else

 

to wear like a dress or a name

not magic like skin

 

apparel apparent apparently

repellant pretty

don't draw

 

flies like

honey we just pretend

 

it does skin is

 

what draws you don't

believe me

 

just think skin flick

 

the winter sky

is not a skin you

might fly right

 

out

 

past it but pretty

makes an atmosphere

it's hard to get back in

 

one hitch one weak

 

O ring and you are that

white dense

puff of pinkish smoke

 

too thick for cloud

trailers swerving off in opposite

directions someone not

coming home you believed

lifting off you were

 

bound somewhere boundless

you will never be that

 

pretty again