A sweet, adoring gaze wraps around me like a cocoon.

A protective layer.

And I know I'm safe.

The intoxicating scent of perfume lingers on the skin I long to touch.

A simple, gentle caress of those fingertips against my body sends a pulsing current throughout.

Please, let this be my eternity.

Skin. I have miles of it. It’s pink and warm and soft to touch. You touched it. But your touch was unwelcome. Skin. I want to strip it off. Layer by layer. So it’s like you were never there. Like how I was before my body knew you existed. I don’t want to look in the mirror and be reminded of your hands on my... Skin. Do you think of me? I have no choice but to think of you. I can still smell you. Still feel the weighted pressure on my chest. Skin. I cant breath. You're suffocating me. But you're not really there. Only in my nightmares. You stole something from me that night. I don't think I'll ever get it back. Skin. I can't stand living in mines.