May the gods forgive me, for I must have sinned.
It began six months ago when I broke out in great welts all over my body. Every pore of my skin was on fire. This wretched condition finally subsided, but then the skin started peeling off my hands and the soles of my feet.
When I go to work in the fields it is like walking on shards of broken glass. I must not think of that. I have my duties. I am expected to finish all before I may rest. Last night, I stole a pair gloves to keep from shredding my own flesh.
The peeling continues all over my body where the rash was. The new layers on my hands and feet are bright and tender. But it is not a normal color – not the color of our people, and that bothers me. I wear the gloves all the time now.
Today a larger strip loosens from my right arm. I pick at it until it lets go. It’s most of the diameter of my arm. I fold it up and put it under my mattress. But first, I notice that the new skin is also dark and mottled like that on my palms and feet. It is as if I’m marked, like a child of an Evil God. Perhaps I am paying for the sins of some relative.
I have been over and over it in my head. What did I do? I just do what I’m told. Taking the prisoners out of their barracks at gunpoint and walking them to the fields where each is made to dig his own grave. When one is finished to my satisfaction, I put a bullet in his temple. I am not even in charge of the women and children, so it’s not that troublesome.
This day, the last of my old skin peeled off. I have stored it under my mattress as well. The only part that hasn’t yet peeled is my face. Still, it is obvious that I am soon to be wholly marked with the same color skin as our sinful enemy. The shame is too great to bear. Come night, I shall gather my old skin into a bundle, for it is indeed the one thing that I truly own and therefore I may dispose of it as I see fit. I shall take the shovel to dig my grave in the fields. I have the pistol. One bullet will suffice.
May the gods forgive me.
∼ Marge Simon
© Copyright Marge Simon. All Rights Reserved.
OMGosh, that was a fun and creepy read, awesome!
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Thank you, Priscilla!
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Great illustration of the power of guilt here! Wonderful
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Thanks, Charles!
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Thank you, Charles. I really do appreciate when you comment on something I write!
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Very powerful!
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I appreciate it, Richard!
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A thought-provoking story.
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Thank you, afstewart!
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This is a beautifully written piece of dark fiction!
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I didn’t pay Lee to say this. Thanks, Lee!
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Thank you, Lee!
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Reblogged this on Lee Andrew Forman.
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Appeeling piece. -Michael
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I’ve got to hand it to you, Mr. Funnybones! ‘S kin to a compliment. 😀
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Wowwww, that one made me cringe. Well done!
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Thanks, Mark!
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