Layers of skin over layers of fiction.
Layers of past smiles.
A coating of sweat, a coating of blood.
A glaze of obscure thoughts.
Layers of muscles under layers of novels.
Layers of doubts.
A coating of memories, a coating of pills.
A glaze of soft words.
You are no human-onion, you are a jawbreaker:
Hard, sweet candy; meant to be licked for a long (long) time.
You don’t need an exciting center,
With your strata it’s enough.