Sunday, September 2, 2012

Skeleton Walking

Sometimes it would be nice to just rip the skin off my bones and walk around, a bare skeleton. Whatever festers inside can slink out, a mass of black tar against concrete. There'll be no more burning skin where a blade has scratched the flesh. There'll be no more fingernails to dig into layers and layers of cells until it reaches bleeding muscle. I'll have a life that I didn't have to dream of walking out of.

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