I wish I could take off my skin.
Like a coat, strip it away and leave nothing but bones.
And then I could walk with out fear,
Because there would be nothing shameful left.
No more flesh that could be sullied,
Warped by the world.
Just bones and air.
And I could dance, because I would already be stripped bare,
To my essence.
And so I would have nothing left to hide.
Nothing left to fear.
As an empty skeleton.