Yet I love the fall.
A few nights ago, I fell asleep thinking about this.
I dreamt... that I took off my clothes
and I took off my skin
and underneath all those layers of epidermis and fat was rotten meat, with little snakes and parasites slithering between my muscles.
I feel like that's what I would find if I could tear away at myself. Too-red flesh, riddled with even darker spots here and there, some spots larger than others. Pain comes and goes, coursing through my body in what I can only describe as lines. I'm bruised somewhere inside, even though it doesn't look like it on the exterior.
Something is eating away at me.