The Signal Beneath My Skin

This morning I woke up in full survival mode. Not from a nightmare. Not from an existential crisis. Just… a pimple. On my arm. Filled with pus. (Yes, I said it.) My brain didn’t care how small it was. It saw threat. It hit the panic switch. “Spider bite.” “Infection.” “Necrosis.” “Hospital.” “Amputation.” “End of […]

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