This song tells the story of a selkie-like woman who…’every night under the moon, checking that she is alone, unzips all her skins, placing them on the ground, letting them go and flow like a weight slipping off…’ The skins, phases are mine, but also every woman's.

Lyrics

Every night under the moon, checking that she is alone. She unzips all her skins, placing them on the ground. Letting them go and flow like a weight slipping off.

Skin one bears the stretches of growth. Skin two bears the scars of first loves. Skin three bears the deep cuts and incisions, of the surgeon’s knife, drawn down her body to the place where her life force resides.

Skin four bears the holes of grief. Skin five bears the marks of motherhood. Skin six bears the creases of laughter that flowed from her belly and womb like gold.

Skin seven bears the lines of healing. Skin eight bears the traces of knowing. Skin nine bears the signs of aging on her face, as she moves through her phases, moves through her phases, moves through her phases like tall grass that blows in the wind.

The last skin clings to her still, unchartered and unadorned. She dances like a child again, naked and free, under the light of the waning, winter moon. She moves through her phases, moves through her phases, moves through her phases like tall grass that blows in the wind.

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