You were born wrong - Ashskin, a curse in a bloodline that reveres purity. To your mother, you are her cherished son. To your father, you are the reminder of everything he refused to accept. Raised beneath a muzzle that hides what you truly are, you learn early that the world above tolerates you only so long as your face stays covered. But skin remembers what masks conceal - and when it's bared, by cruelty or by love, something ancient wakes beneath it.
As you come of age, fall in love, and become a father, the customs of your hidden people close in around you - until tradition asks for a sacrifice no one should have to make, and you find out exactly what you're capable of giving. Told entirely in the second person, Skin is a claustrophobic, Lovecraftian descent into a culture built on cannibalism, inheritance, and the terrible intimacy of flesh.
A short, unflinching experiment from the world of Bog Fodder - read at your own risk.
You were born wrong - Ashskin, a curse in a bloodline that reveres purity. To your mother, you are her cherished son. To your father, you are the reminder of everything he refused to accept. Raised beneath a muzzle that hides what you truly are, you learn early that the world above tolerates you only so long as your face stays covered. But skin remembers what masks conceal - and when it's bared, by cruelty or by love, something ancient wakes beneath it.
As you come of age, fall in love, and become a father, the customs of your hidden people close in around you - until tradition asks for a sacrifice no one should have to make, and you find out exactly what you're capable of giving. Told entirely in the second person, Skin is a claustrophobic, Lovecraftian descent into a culture built on cannibalism, inheritance, and the terrible intimacy of flesh.
A short, unflinching experiment from the world of Bog Fodder - read at your own risk.