Shhhhck…

Nck

Nck

Nck

Pick

Pick

Pick

Chip

Crack

Snap

The rasp of my breath release.

Picking at the porcelain skin on my face

My skin crumbles at any soft touch,

The rush in my blood crushes..

Worn down and ragged

Dragged out and sanded

Shck

Shck

Shck

Porcelain stained red

I need a shed..