Levered doors slam shut
behind me.
I’m like a snake
shedding its skin.
My past is falling away,
memories remain,
identifiers don’t.
Like a new suit of clothes,
I sparkle,
ready for what
awaits me,
as I sing into my future
and it echoes itself
back to me.
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