Paper Thin

[alectoperdita]

Paper Thin

I hate how thin this skin is. I hate the feeling of the wool chafing against it. I hate the way the cold runs its chilling fingers down it, the way the heat stokes and teases it with its flaming kisses. I depises this thankless canvas which the world throws its filth and corrupted paint against. It stains and shows every sign of abuse. So thin... So revealing...

I hate this mortal reminder. This deceitful veil that really hides nothing. It stands against nothing. It hides absolutely nothing. So opaque, but every scar is laid bare.

Shred...

So uncomfortable as I am in my own skin.

Rip...

Red decorates the mutilated canvas.

This is the way it should look.

I wish to shed myself of it.

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