Liquid Skin

Crawling the walls with liquid skin; Wishing the silence would end because the sound is too loud in my head. I hear your whispers screaming; and your touch is like scalding venom traveling through my veins like a cold wash. I am miles away from hours ago, when the world was benevolent and sane. When I was not vicious, hurting, and I was tame. That sound I hear; that clink, that crack of metal or breaking skin. I want to scream for it to stop, please stop- But there is no one who could hear my shouts. It doesn’t matter that we are sitting way too close- You would not be able to feel what crawls beneath my skin. You would not be able to see the way my skin melts as it tries to remove itself from some alien host.