She is an imposter

Upon stepping up to inspect the skin, you feel a heavy anxiety fall upon your stomach. A bag of bricks that you just swallowed and how you wish there is a way, however painful, to get it all out. You probably want to throw up as the adrenaline pumping up and down from your chest to your legs makes it hard to stand. Once you look into the mouth hole, the terror informs your need to fight or fly. Within the mouth of your beloved aunt, whom you shared an intimate and now innate connection of seeing the world from her point of view, there is another layer of skin. Someone else was wearing your aunt.