Piel de Sirena

my skin was not spared scarring...
so i am growing seaworthy reptilian flower scales in response

in cold pressed coconut hair treatment meditations... 
i sense a shift in cellular turnover 
my fingers, finger erupting scales on my spine... fish, turtle, serpent... with rose scales. 
Prayers & Dreams; this shit is real
my hair is growing below rib levels, but my skin is drying 
"she is disapearing", sings an oracle chorus, that is always there, next to me, everywhere.... 
(the chorus of iguanas & feathered mermaids; My Future, 
which can only be seen by small children, dogs and finches); 
but only, under certain refracted light.  
"i have no home to return to"... is what I respond... 
"i no longer see the breadcrumb trail...
no one is calling my name outloud, anymore... 
i am forgetting that sound"

-- this is the first step of my death--