04.02.03 - 8:48 am

he was the only 16 year old i knew with a full beard. he pinned her to the floor, drunkenly, lightly. a game. i watched him stroke her face from above. his voice was slow, loving, and affectionate as he talked to her. he said: did you know... the skin on your face isn't attached to anything? if i were to skin you, your skin would lift right up off your skull except for a couple of small places where the tissue connects it... he smiled gently, in admiration, in adulation. she turned her head to one side under him, her lips parted slightly, and she blinked once, slowly. i thought about skin, forever, after that.