Do not touch me, for I have no skin.
Stay away, for I have nothing to protect me.
Love, hate, fear, curiosity;
come at me with none of these – they all hurt.
Can’t you see I have no skin?
It was torn off long ago.
Not all at once, of course.
It took quite a while, in fact.
A bit here, a piece there.
Until there was nothing left.
Nothing to shield me any longer.
Nothing to protect me any more.
I have no skin.
And yet, where could it have gone?