O. M. Freaking G!!!
Nobody warned me about the itching.
I’m-a goin’-a CRAZEEEE!!!
I peeled back the bandages on my shoulder “just to see” because I am so enthralled by the grotesque nature of the human body in crisis,
and I am also a sucker for punishment.
A black line with staples across it, from underarm to shoulder blade, circled my limb, severed and re-attached.
Veritable train tracks.
LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE I am the new Bride of Frankenstein!
I got my wedding wishes, after all.
Love. Ain’t it just grand?