bouncing around

Something knocks you off your kilter and you bounce around a while until you settle.

So it becomes a section of skin with a layer peeled back.
and every now and again a breeze will blow, or something will rub up against it,
and cause a seering, shrieking shrine of pain.

And you take that, and you think to yourself,
"Yeah, I guess I can't wear long sleeves today"
because long sleeves will, of course, retain the feeling.
So you never wear long sleeves again.
You never even think of long sleeves again.
You don't notice long sleeves when they walk past.