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.