My skin is tree bark and you peel it off and eat it
Mossy and bitter
Underneath: soft rubber,
Malleable, impermeable
Not porous.
Underneath, it smells like simmered strawberries,
left out in the sun to rot.
The skin behind my ears and neck is hot and sticky.
What does it want, I wonder, and why does it make my arms numb.
A trickle down my neck.
Sweat? Or is my skin melting?
I reach my hand back, find it covered in molten pink plastic.
So it was the skin.
I wonder what they'll think when they find me, a pink puddle smelling of rotten fruit.
"Someone peeled it open and left it out in the sun I guess. These things happen."
I wonder what you'll think, whether it will have been good to peel me open like this, or whether I might have been better as tree bark.
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