Skin Can’t Cover Everything

Skin can’t cover everything.

It only covers

the skeleton,

wrapped in flesh,

dangling even in a college laboratory.

It covers the molar teeth inside the jaw,

but it can’t cover

all the sharp intentions behind them.

It doesn’t allow the tumult within to speak out.

It can’t even cover

the terrible silence that spreads afterward.

Though it has no eyes,

it can make gestures.

It doesn’t have a voice but calls even from a distance.

Hundreds of flint stones

are hidden in it.

It is made of mica layers.

It is an alphabet scattered all over the world,

a mutual language

not confined to any single script.

Even after playing all games,

it remains aloof,

and is enthralled by itself.

It has many colours.

It balances shapes and defines beauty.

Its brill

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