Perfect Skin

She was part of my collection

This little girl, sitting in the wooden chair

Eyes wide and mouth shut, she was bought in

By one of my companions

She was such a pretty girl

Tall and trim with perfect curves

And covered by her perfect skin

"You've come just in time."

That's all I can say to her.

She whimpers in reply

Allowing me to pull off her clothes

And let them drop to the floor

Like wilted petals

I run my fingers down her back

Counting the bones that make up her spine

Sliding my hands down her perfect skin

Meanwhile, she sits in her chair

Hands bound and squirming

Her mouth gagged, her eyes widened

She wants to get out

I think she's growing uncomfortable

So I whisper to her

"Be quiet, my dear.

You shouldn't move so much."

Pinching her flesh

Getting a good feel

Yes, the skin is nice on her

But it would look better

On something else

Because it's skin fit

For a doll

"Your skin is perfect, my dear.

It will look nicely on my latest creation."

With that, I took the knife

And bought it down on her back

Slice. Peel. Slice. Peel.

She winces as the blade slides down

Curving and swerving like a snake

It hurts so much but she's afraid to scream

I'm careful with that icy blade

But I still hurt her

"It'll be over in a minute, my dear.

You don't have wait much longer."

Her skin is perfect

Smooth and soft like cream

It's what I wanted

Unfortunately something's wrong

Such white skin is growing darker

Anytime the blade digs in

Dark spots appear underneath

And they keep growing bigger

Pretty soon the dark spots run

Ruby rivulets are running

Running down her back like tears

And hitting the floor silently

The more I peel away

The darker the spots become

And these spots stain such perfect skin

Red...so much red against white...

All that red is making me dizzy

The world is spinning...spinning so fast...

As I peel away, my hands get dirty

Nonetheless, I don't lose focus

I continue cutting and peeling away

I was careful yet I hurt her

Then again, there's a price to pay for everything.

And the price for this perfect skin is quite high

Soon, I'm done and she is silent

Her whimpering stopped a long time ago

But I'm through with her like I promised

I finished up faster with her

Than with all the others

No need to pay attention to the spots

No need to care about the girl, quiet in her chair

No need to worry about the stains on my hands

No need to think about the mess I left back there

All that matters now is my creation

This brand new doll

With such lifelike, perfect skin

Copyright 2003: CT

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