I.
"Rip it off."
A mother tells a child
"If it itches, scratch it."
"If its ugly, replace it."
The end of skin.

II.
Love at first sight is reserved for the Bones.

III.
The irritations of the skin have become unbearable. My arms are bare. I want my skin to be the skin of another. Our hidden hides prevent contact.

IV.
"Good ridens"
I see a band-aid on the sidewalk.
I see a burned man sans skin-graph.
I saw beauty, but she was plastic.

V.
There is an epidemic of the epidermis.
We need honesty, but all we get is skin; the ugly forefront of the truth.