Rip

I feel it slightly in my waking hours. It trials me like a cape, making all part for me to pass.

At night, when all eyes are covered, it scratches me. Trying to remember who I am. I awake to small scans lining my legs and arms. I am a patchwork enigma torn between finding a solution and finding a thread and tugging until I rip open.

This will not define me but it just might.