Once the implants and tissue response protocols had been administered
i was just a messy beauty, not yet molded to the new situation in the skies
Dame or beast was chintz or polished cotton at that time-- same diff,
free to spend time speaking of dead people who'd spoken of others dead
Able indeed to choose conversation over pecking out a cliff hanger's liver;
i could still fit a double strand of pearls and lounging poncho-- no scaly fin
Now again i'm prettiest when naked, skin more a padded exoskeleton
aerodynamic and not at all sloppy unfurling tongue on the unsuspecting
by Missy
"I don't miss anyone, but then I'm not anyone."
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