Holey Sinsitive Ground

Stuck to this skin,
I cling on for life.
Digging into holey ground,
Cratered depth reigns.
Melting in moisture,
I am stuck. 
Pull me away,
Sharp stings surround.
I am burned.
Pink.
Fresh.
Exposed.
Holey. 
Sinsitive to the touch,
I am untouchable.
I reside on the outskirts,
Covered in fabric.
Waiting to bare this news.
A messenger,
​I am.
That is You.
You have been exposed.
Welcome, to the womb of wounds
​We've been expecting you.