Skin

the anatomy of your sleep cycle is mapped out in a book i keep under the chest inside the drawer beneath my bed.

stead

steadbed, bedstead

clutch-my-sins in faux-wrought-skin

but your fingernails have become too weak

they did not used to be so weak

the second they grow, gold leaf

what's left is the edge of a knife too broken to cut but still whole enough to put an ick to the touch.