the skin i wear does not feel the same,
yet your touch still lingers, still stays.
i want to claw my skin out until it bleeds.
maybe then, you would finally leave.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
the skin i wear does not feel the same,
yet your touch still lingers, still stays.
i want to claw my skin out until it bleeds.
maybe then, you would finally leave.
i wonder how a snake does it, to willingly shed a part of itself and live.
