unbandage me. strip this winding-cloth of skins. unhand me here this blood spot clot that seeps the husk and brands me with dirt & lies. ragged & patched clumsily cobbled; the fault lines of my skin tell of all that i would hide. my pulse's tick spells a trash of dull deceit, my skin a grease of insincere caress *** these mummy bands will cleanly peel, damp & frail as fresh formed wings & i will unfurl to something new; something namelessly new