Peeling

The peel of an orange.

The sunburnt skin that now flakes.

Dirty clothes off a toddler.

The layers of deception used to make people submissive.

The fog in my head as the pain clears from my eyes.

The drag racer as its car speeds through the streets.

Peel off the layer of the present bestowed.

Give thanks for the bell’s chime.

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