Author Information
Ripples
Folder:
Prose/Short Stories My skin is so thin. It's downright invisible or at least that's how I feel sometimes.
Today in the shower I entertained myself by placing my fingers against my skin and pressing down. They left faint red marks- ripples along my flesh. Like the ripples everyone that has touched me hasleft.
Ripples that disturb the surface of my life for a time then disappear or at least sink below the epidermis. Sometimes the memories rise up like dead fish and stink up my happiness.
