i don’t deserve skin

I want my flesh to be exposed.

Hear the wet sound of my skin peeling

and the sight of my fatty tissue.

Oh wouldn’t it be the worst feeling?

A precious commodity I would be

regret to commit,

commit to regret

I beg you please

vowing to be useful

relief off the body I call my own.

Failed attempts to care.

A 5 star review voicing, “Worked enormously well for escaping reality.”

bit of a reach but as you wish.

I will be true 

because I will be rid of the hideous glimpse of my features.

Peeling away at my thighs, swallowing,

assuming I’m one of those screechers.

You name the baggage, I will surely have it.

A  burning sensation I haven’t felt til today. 

I shake the hand of the cough.

Blood drips from the mouth onto my raw flesh.

Mommy says to stop picking, so I’ll peel.