Paper Thin Skin (Draft)

Paper Thin Skin

My skin is paper thin
Stretched around my skeleton so much it is see-through

Translucent
Like one of these small fish
Where when light hits the fish's skin
You can make out it's rib cages clear as day from the other side
An object of child-like curiosity

Or to prey on
Because those who care to see, see
Though caring to see might not be caring at all.

And then there is those, most
that do not care to give one look
At the thick-skinness of a soul

One word, one slice, one dab
A gaping gash right to the bones

See I'm not a mammoth
Nor a seal
Somehow I was born naked
and the years have weathered my skin
Even further
With no fur to protect me
What do I have but my anxiousness to tell me what to do?

Anna has skin
Miles and miles of dry skin
Paper-thin skin.