My skin falls off and I
lock myself outside the apartment and there I am,
piss and shit running down my legs
an endless stream of tears blurring my shriveled face
low-frequency mumble steadily grows into a side splitting shriek;
dying feline with a crushed rib cage; pinned under a sack of hammers

and I have done it to myself.

When it's time to get back into that skin suit,
it's always an unpleasant experience.
Because well you see the thing about skin suits,
is that they loosen with every shedding and you can't get that feeling of
security and innocence back.
Each time you take it off,
it will not fit the same as the last time you wore it.