Traffic Light

I don’t see things
Though through showers I see a lot of naked skin
Skin that is smooth
Skin that is broken
Skin that is ready for all that is true and false
 
 
It doesn’t ever make sense how images are so simply complicated
Flashing red lights turning green and green lights turning red
Am I ready?
Well yes
 
 
 
I am not scared of the soil
The soil is embedded into me
I am not scared of fire
That is just air to me
But I am terrified, terrified of skin
Skin that is smooth
Skin that is broken
Skin that is not ready for all that is true and false
Just doesn’t make sense to me