Peel, For Me

Peel
back
your skin.

There's a
mask
underneath – don't you
feel it?

Doesn't it
itch?
It's made of bone
and not yours. Haven't
you felt
your body
fight it?

Peel back your
skin for me
and maybe we can paint
your features back, again.
You'll need a new
name, I think, and I'm not
certain I can help
but we'll start working on it.

There are people.
They'll know what to do.