Another scrap of skin schleps down the drain, carrying with it fingerprints
Scrub, tug, peel
There has got to be something numb under what you can feel
Sand the shell down, smaller, smaller, not small enough, smaller
I cant find myself under all this skin
Skin splotchy and screaming, swells up with blood that prickles at the surface
I cant hear myself scream
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Another scrap of skin schleps down the drain, carrying with it fingerprints
Scrub, tug, peel
There has got to be something numb under what you can feel
Sand the shell down, smaller, smaller, not small enough, smaller
I cant find myself under all this skin
Skin splotchy and screaming, swells up with blood that prickles at the surface
I cant hear myself scream
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