I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out.
They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.
I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.
I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I really am.“ She nods her head slowly. „What do you think you‘d look like?” “Smaller, for a start.