Sunburn

The skin on my shoulder is peeling. A layer of skin, fresh and raw, has surfaced amidst the shedding of what has been burned and destroyed. It's preceding layer gave the best it could, holding out with its well-intentioned failings, withstanding the barrage of strikes it could not turn back. Who has left this vulnerable organ to such disarray? Who, with disregard for one of its members, has turned its back to passive aggressors? It is the one who must guard the newborn layer with precaution, as the seasoned veteran has left under his disregard. A second chance, with remembrance, will intend to alter his altercations, preserving the skin he has left.

I was bored and felt like typing something. The rolls of skin coming off my shoulder was all I had to write about apparently. Been a slow day maybe?