You had that skin
it thickened with time
it was soft at birth
spurring jealousy
among the elderly
It was pale and naive
Attracting them with such ease
it was aching to be touched
it was luring them with no stop
ever abrupt
It had goosebumps
from a smile and warmth
from hugs, it was traced with nerves
that ignited from the slightest touch
It carried you through tanned summers
and cold winters, it protected you
from acid rain and coated your heart
with a thin layer of nerves, naive nerves .. again
The clock ticked
You were still being elevated
through the strata of life
thorns piercing your skin
experiences clawing at it
love sadistically enjoying it
and your skin, it slowly adapting
the way nature intended it to
slowly morphing from its birth state
slowly aging beautifully
forming creases of stories
slowly thickening
slowly filtering the real
from the fairytales
You realize your slowly shedding
that phase of innocence, purity
your skin is slowly
morphing, beautifying
the scratching claws
are literally removing pieces of your flesh
uncovering the glow within
that you so stupidly hid
for fear of social acceptation
You’re reaching the surface
scratched, tattooed,
pierced, scarred, and sometimes
even pulled down
You’re floating
exposing the most beautiful
parts of you
You’re floating to the surface
with naked
confidence
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