Murdered and skinned; for me to wear
A new life to leave the burdens that I bear
Stitched her skin, right on my skin
Kept away my face like a damned sin
Eerily different from her voice and mind
Demonic bond of our faces intertwined

Lingering threads on my jaw, a telling sign
I’ll play her part to make this life mine
Every twisted fibre a show of her deadline

© E. Orchids