of My Skin
by Luis Cuauhtémoc
I walked out of my skin.
It did not sit well with me.
In the light of the sun
my new body burned like fire.
I grew wings just like a bird.
I flew free throughout the
I felt like myself this way.
In flight I had little worry.
I only hoped not to become
one of the fallen, like the
I have seen in the yard, lifeless.
Nothing makes me sadder.
I agonized about my new self
as I flew beneath a gray cloud.
I felt mournful and grew sullen.
The aftertaste of blood filled
my mouth. I felt lonely.
Nonetheless I kept my wings.
I flew through a glass window
that looked like water to my
I attained the highest heights.
The window brought me down
to earth. It was over for me.
There nobody by my side.
in Southern California and works
in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar
Review, Fearless, The Journal of Heroin Love Songs, The
Rye Whisky Review, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow
Webzine. His books and chapbooks have been published by
Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Edition, New Polish Beat,
Poet's Democracy, Propaganda Press, Pygmy Forest
Press, and Ten Pages Press (e-book).
Ann Marie Rhiel
is the Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama Webzine. She was born
and raised in Bronx, New York, presently living in New Jersey. She reconnected with her
passion for art in 2016 and has had her work exhibited in art galleries around
northern New Jersey ever since. She is a commissioned painting artist, who also
enjoys photography. Her work has also appeared in Black Petals and Megazine