body scrapings

after i
shower
w/ my body
still wet
i like to
scrape the
dead skin
off my
ankles

i like to
feel the
body shavings
flake off
and crumble
under my
fingernails

it reminds
me of
death
constantly
clawing away
at my soul
like a
cheese grater

but under
the dead
is a
fresh layer
of skin
to stop
death from
finishing me
off

this
poem
is
a
layer
of
new
skin