It occured to me that I haven’t shown y’all a picture of my neck wound because I’m feeling strangely self-conscious about it. The wound itself is pretty okay looking, I guess. It’s pretty bruised, but I don’t even have any stitches and it is right where he said he’d put it, in that wrinkle. But, and I don’t know how clear it is in this picture, I have a huge bulbous lump under it and it kind of grosses me out.
But it’s just a body.
And the way it looks are a story about who I am. And so, here it is, the thing written on me most recently.