Story (Amelia)

Just beneath its skin
A story untold
Let it burst apart
From this god-given mould
When it all dissolves
Will the memories be all
When you’re behind bars
Stealing your own?
Vulnerable boy
With a weakness for truth
Sees a snake outside
With a lump in its troath
A pair of skin beside
The big old aspen out back
And he can’t decide
To do nothing or to act
When the walls caved in
And the light shown trough
There were spaces in between
The things you thought you knew
The snake that shed its skin
How much of him is left?
You said nothing