He slid a dirty fingernail around the edge of the scab and slowly peeled it back, exposing the raw meat underneath. Pinprick holes were still visible in the spongy flesh; holes left by the tiny parasites that had burrowed their way into his body.
He could feel them wriggling around beneath his skin, weaving their way through the network of nerves and veins. He wanted to dig his nails deep into his flesh and claw the tiny invaders out, one by one. But it was too late. He could already feel their microscopic teeth gnawing their way into his bones.
Written for the Daily Prompt: Exposed