It can be bent either way.

Skin-covered jungle gym can reference all the skin those rusty motherfuckers ripped from our legs, stout and spindly alike as tribute;

or~ fucking rusty skinwalkers wearing suits of flesh from the previous carcasses they’ve consumed. From the inside, out.

The point with either is giving yourself the self love to choose safer sandboxes once you’ve become cognizant that the 70s witches tower gym battle scars not only aren’t worth it… they aren’t necessary.

… that’s the beauty of metaphor & allegory. The weirdness we bring to it flavors it all at any given moment.