Snake Skin

In winters I woke up
And saw blood in my hand.
Blood- of conscience or
of realization?
I watched my epidermis
peeling itself off,
As if in hatred for my flesh.

Unaffected me crawled across my bed.
Because I know,
At night, sheepishly
When I will come out of
My snake skin, I will forget
about blood of theirs
that had stained mine.

I will rejoice the spring
Anew.

SoUmY@