Sometimes, I still feel like I have this thin film covering my body, and my skin can't breathe. The dead cells collect under the membrane and rot and reek but the layer masks it, forcing the fumes into my spine and behind my eyes and it doesn't show I'm decaying away underneath. It's in my hair and in my mouth and under my nails and no amount of scrubbing can peel it away. I'm dirty under my own skin and I can't escape. Sometimes I feel like I'll never shed this away and I'll transform, die inside and become a corpse within my own living body.

Ask me again why I shrink back from a touch. My skin is crawling.
mirrorscantlie mirrorscantlie
18-21, F
Dec 1, 2012