Skin

The cracks form in my skin like the ground during an earthquake. Gradually growing longer and wider. My raw inside becomes exposed and I feel the sting of the air rushing past it. The air robs its moisture and dehydrates it. The edges of the cracks start fraying like paper and begin to flake off. I pick at them but I only open the wounds quicker and I continue to shed. Some cracks are just deep wrinkles fooling the eye but they are dead ends.