BlockKat

I miss that body. It wasn't pretty but it was strong. Skinny and boney, but...Strong. It could rip someone's ribs out one by one out. It could pull apart the toughest of rope. It could lift her up when she was down...
    No one ever saw its face...except her. Only for a minute...just one minute. She smiled and said "you're beautiful!" In my opinion I was as ugly as a plagued rat but she thought this rusted and torn face was..beautiful? Simply beautiful, But I donned the mask once more. It had always felt like my real face. My real face...In this new body I feel unclad without that mask and heavy robes. Thick and leathery waxed fabric that had covered that body now rotted away by the river. Next to her and our child. Together as always.
    It may seem impossible that I was once someone else. Every word spoken of this is dissed. There isn't much of a scientific explanation so it can't be true. Sometimes I can't believe it myself. I can't believe my own memories because they all seem impossible. A first body that was mine. A first life. A first life of mistakes. Trying to fix the mistakes but they seem to repeat. This body is skinny and boney but not strong...not at all. I let it get beat because I am too fragile to fight back. I want the old one back. I want it and its thick leathery waxed fabric and my face. That face that had the hellish heat swelled up inside. With its black glass eyes that burned right through you. Its coriaceous, curved flesh that concealed the starved, pale face that laid behind it.