Skin bubbles

Again.


I don't suppose you have a way of not making this hurt anymore. No. This doesn't hurt anymore, what it feels like is like the last slow burn of the fire, the aftermath of a sting. I'm not in shock anymore, I don't completely lose my appetite. I don't feel the slice of old memories trying to cut through to the surface. Instead, the feel like little bubbles in my skin, trying to pop through - but now I know better than to tear through the skin to get to the memories. Now I leave them untouched.

But you get to me.
You always do.
Why.