Jacket Weather

This grey
has gotten tangled
in my matter
sleeves protruding
where once were arms
collar popping
from it’s namesake bone

I’m swaddled
against my will
early onset colorlessness
stripping the trees
and my skin
a sickness
muddling my hue

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