I'm playing keep-away with my skin. My blood a precious treat. I taste iron if I try, but I guess he thinks its sweet. I'm cowered in my covers, so cant you leave me be? I insisted you should exit, but you silently disagree. You know I want to believe your good. That you hurt me but its not your fault. You bit into my skin tonight and I keep crying, "Halt! Don't stab holes through beauty marks, nor swipe away my cells. Alas you are a tiny thing and must not understand my yells.