Friday Fictioneers | Peel My Skin

My skin peels away from flesh, my flesh from milky marrow, leaving nothing but my naked soul exposed for all to judge. I step out, beaming spotlight of raw sun highlights the pockmarks seared in from hate and anger. Without my shield my anger has melted, without my comfort blanket of body I can ask truly for forgiveness. “Please. Forgive me.” The limp lips of their lifeless face cannot. It is up to me to forgive myself. But if I repeatedly forgive myself, will I ever stop?

Story written using the above photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers challenge by Rochelle.

3 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers | Peel My Skin

  1. I adore your clever analogy with the photo prompt … And thank you Emine for following my blog/website, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor

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