You oozed through the door that night. You spoke quietly, almost gently, yet the sinister undertones were not lost on my ears. You got under my skin. On it. Through it. Over it,. Behind it. You were the freckle which flecked my cheeks. The mole which manages to evade my eyes, yet confronts everyone I meet. This night was not to be saved, it was too far gone. I was irritated, and you were irratating.
My skin burned that night, said she, an indirect quotation. I came in through the door, thinking only of peace, yet - she threw those prepositions at me. Every one of them, pertaining to her skin. I became lost to her, I was irritating, and she was irritated.
This story was put together in probably about four minutes, but since I'm on the most dangerous writing generator I need to keep typing. The story uses the prompt, by drawing on the phrase, 'under my skin' - and continues by looking at two perspectives.
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