Sometimes I wake up and nothing feels right. My skin burns and chest aches. It's like someone spent the entire night slowly peeling off microscopic layers of flesh.
I'm not red and I'm not bleeding. It's the opposite of that. Nothing is leaking out but everything is seeping in.
Getting trapped and clogged in my pours. I spend the day like that. Absorbing everything around me. Everything just scratching beneath that paper thin layer of skin left holding me together.
I want to touch and be touched. I want to hold and be held but I know if I move too quickly if I bend the wrong way flesh will crack and all of the muck I've collected will seep out again smothering everyone in it's path.
Sometimes I wake up and I wish I weren't human.