Two sheets of skin in my body are not mine.
Maybe from one person or two?
Donated willingly by a contract before death.
Today I am wondering about who this skin belonged to: Gender, race, age, occupation, personality and intelligence?
My healing now resurrecting the passed life in a new way, feeding your genes and merging with my cells. Aware that skin is just skin, my imagination runs with silly ideas about your traits becoming mine. To suddenly like football, eggplant, and fluency in Spanish....me becoming alien host.
