I take off my skin.
It chokes me sometimes.
I’m a false human.
The lights make me glow.

My human skin sags.
Earth’s air makes me ill.
In darkness I’m whole.
I take off my skin.

Water makes me die,
which is why I don’t
drink it. Of all things
I delight in is night.

Nothing is finer,
except for my home.
The laughter of man
is like a dark cloud.

Sea is my nightmare.
The salt devours me.
I turn to foam, just
one drop and I’m dead.