Like Freckles, But Lame

Something you might not understand.

Skins hangs like lead

from sleepy eyes

unnaturally freckled

blotched red

dotted lines

for you to sign

your name and face 

between, away 

to a memory

but won't help

to engrave, remember 

what they've seen

all others with 

backs turned

every option

exhausted, inhale

what little I

manage to hold

on to through

the anger 

genetic or not 

I've let it 

become
something

a
habit

pathetic