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Here is the drawing I will use for the Liar's Mark project.

Liar’s Mark
I can feel them moving under my skin even though I have tried to put it out of my mind. Their soft, hard legs slip across the crusty skin of their nest sometimes tickling the newer skin beneath, which ever tries to replace the scarred puckering skin of the mark. Each lie creates a new warren that burst like a pustule spilling forth hundreds of baby lies, their tiny legs scrabbling over my skin, their webs dragging upon me with a disgusting feathery touch.
Rest is elusive. The soft furry bodies of the larger lies move in an out of the holes they have built up in my skin constantly turning my stomach with revulsion. Eight legs skittering over old and new flesh as the lies seek nourishment from those I interact with, seek to grow their numbers. Here is a short story I am working on to go with this image.

Description
Here is the drawing I will use for the Liar's Mark project.

Liar’s Mark
I can feel them moving under my skin even though I have tried to put it out of my mind. Their soft, hard legs slip across the crusty skin of their nest sometimes tickling the newer skin beneath, which ever tries to replace the scarred puckering skin of the mark. Each lie creates a new warren that burst like a pustule spilling forth hundreds of baby lies, their tiny legs scrabbling over my skin, their webs dragging upon me with a disgusting feathery touch.
Rest is elusive. The soft furry bodies of the larger lies move in an out of the holes they have built up in my skin constantly turning my stomach with revulsion. Eight legs skittering over old and new flesh as the lies seek nourishment from those I interact with, seek to grow their numbers. Here is a short story I am working on to go with this image.