15 April 2005

.its called vulnerability.

around him she has no skin
it falls off and jumbles around her ankles, making it clumsy to walk.
she sees him contemplating her veins
ogling her fallopian tubes
“are you looking at my liver?” she asks sheepishly.
“no” he says, and she believes him
because he still has his skin.

it might as well shine silver.

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