Pulling flesh off of my bones – sliding skin cells away.
Caps of hardened flesh materialising on the heads of soldiers readying for war. This war will be fought between bone and bone. The stone, rock, sediment, conglomerate, igneous intrusion – bones of the earth. I wear away my flesh to expose my bones to the bones of the earth. Ascending skeletal rungs, climbing a twisted skeleton. My skeleton feels twisted.
I walk out back to the dark hard-wood shelves. These shelves are falling apart. They are in a constant state of disrepair and they deserve better. Better varnish. I retrieve the sand paper, grit 100. This is a big step up, my fingers are going to feel it. Skin dust covers my furniture, don’t tell me it doesn’t just because it makes you uncomfortable. It is the uncomfortable truth. It begins. I start wearing away my skin.
Expose the bone beneath.