Dead Skin!
She swayed her arms as she paced briskly, Her mind replaying the day's activities. Her failed attempt to keep him from falling conjured up involuntarily. Her arm got stuck on the machine beside her. Hastily, she pulled out her hand and did a shoddy work. A huge part of her flesh was chomped off. "Ewwwww!" She exclaimed. Angrily, she kicked her foot against the machine. "What is all this?" She inquired. Her yoga classes somehow found its usefulness today. Her mind flashed back on how not to dwell on her present circumstance. She called herself to order and allowed for the injury to be. Prior to this occurrence, she always delighted in striping her skin when either hungry or bored. Today, She peeled it off, And it wandered into her mouth. While she chewed, It occurred to her that it had the taste of frustration and defeat. Same goes with life, we chew on dead things and expect freshness. Do we accept defeat and refuse to rise? What happe