Ice

My skin peeled back after you praised -- I love you like melted ice.

Stretched skin

You stretch my skin over my face and cover my eyes. My wrinkles deepen and my nerves tighten. Tension builds up in my eyes preventing me from seeing the you I want to see. Like love, there are no prescriptions that can cure this situation. I would pay if it would fix my vision and mend my heart.

Fingertips

Tingling skin and chattering flesh. Tingling flesh and chattering skin. I don't know what sounds like your hand in mine. My fingertips have needles carefully tucked under the top layer of skin, making a five-pronged pin cushion, a little puppet to keep me from being alone. I draw little faces on my fingertips. Now I can look them in the eyes and they can look in mine.