Subconscious Foresight

blood crusted under fingernails
is it my love or myself
that guides this layer 
of skin and blood off my body
like a snake too big for its scales
a cicada needing room for wings
raw skin waiting to breathe
covered in the blood in between
in between now and tomorrow
in between now and my true nature
fingers slowly digging beneath
my mother's voice nearby
unknown, bloodied hands inside me
softly whispering my future
and between now and the world
with my skin inside out, i scream