Ba, Ka, Akh

In a fancy, I imagined my skin becoming separate from its flesh and bone - as if I could peel it away if I wished to do so.

Each year passes with desiccation and this leathery skin stretches over the bone to find less and less soft warm flesh inside of me. I am closer to death than to birth.

I wish my heart to stay soft for the day when it is held on the scale.