We were bathed in tears and our skin was scarred. Every drop, every contact, thrusts deep. Daggers shoved to an unfathomable depth, beyond skin, beyond flesh, beyond bones.
And we just laid there, hurt and punctured, by our words, our lies.
We resolved to clothe each other with what remains of our love – half-truths, misgivings. We wore them hoping that what had led us to this weaves back what was lost.
Tomorrow, when I wake up, shall we still be in each’s skin?