Today I am wearing lacy black underwear, for the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them. And underneath that, I am absolutely naked.
And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin. I’ve got skin to cover all of my thoughts like Saran Wrap, that you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before.
And despite what you might think, my skin is soft and smooth and easily scarred.
But that doesn’t matter, right?
You don’t care about how soft my skin is, you just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.
But what if all they do is crack open windows, so I can see lightning through the clouds?
What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?
- Tape 4 Side B (Thirteen Reasons Why)