Getting My Palms Read

I tear off crescents 
from my finger nails,
watch moons fall at my feet.
I create freckled constellations
from the sun.
I destroy my own layers
with smoke & tanned vanity.
I have knuckled boulders
& peeling doubts,
crevices & paths
that might tell me something about life.
Underneath there are
rivers, a civilization
with hidden functions.
All this for
only me & what I see,
boxed in this skin of mine
housing my verse's within.
My own system,
a universe inside.

.Laura Curren.