underneath

and she dug her nails deep into her skin, in search of the colors that she longed to show. layer after layer. flesh under flesh. she dug until she hit her bones. she hit the cold hard iridescent ivory pieces that were structured so meticulously within her skin. they've told her time and time again of how she's going to end up letting her worries eat away at her, but they were wrong. the cause of the problem was her. her and her intoxicating lethal mind. she always thought her skin was too thick for her to really feel what the world was telling her and so, she dug. she dug until all of her luminous incandescent bones were showing and i promise you, she felt exactly what she needed to feel that night. emily, i felt exactly what i needed to feel that night. i felt you.