I would strip my skin off for you. I would let you see me, whole,
with no inhibitions. I would strip my skin off for you, leaving
nothing left but flesh and bone, and the tendons that flex
beneath my muscle. I would let you view me in this state,
entirely bare and vulnerable, and I will do it because you have
simply asked. I would endure the stares and the ridicule, the
sneering and the harassment, because I am doing this for you;
because you asked me to. The difference is, as I streak blood
throughout the house and my skin slowly dries within the closet,
you will do nothing. You will not reassure me and you will hardly
look my way. I have felt that recently, you have wanted to see me
as a half. You no longer wish to see me as I am, but instead
hidden in plain sight, shrouded in my skin. I have ground
embarrassed and ashamed, but I can no longer go back; I no longer
fit within my skin. I wish I could grow it back, to hide again.
Perhaps then you will start loving me.
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