Slip away? How could you have slipped away when you were stitched to me like breath to a flame? You didn’t leave, you peeled me open. You took my skin when you walked out, left me raw and red beneath the world’s cold gaze.
I bled in silence, wore a mask of borrowed flesh just to pass as human, to smile in rooms, to speak in meetings, to look alive.
But when someone reached to hold me, the seams came undone. Some stepped back. Some ran. A few stayed long enough to try and mend it, but how could they?
She walked away with the only skin that ever felt like home. -orange_sudoko
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