Long and lean, that's been the taste of things. Anything that's been extra has been trimmed. You are without ears, half your fingers and toes, half of a thigh...
This is the year that has changed everything, and meant it. You ignore the rumours and the mouths that never cease. You've heard it all before, and it's always tolerable or better. This time you stepped into the grind-house and didn't notice the blood on the floor. It starts with nicks, and scrapes, and just as that seems like the norm the floor falls out.
The mix and change of all of this has been like walking into a spear, knowing it hurts and it is painful but you do not know where the end of the spear is. Is there an end?
Don't bother getting out the bandages, don't bother trying to improve the situation, don't think about survival, just make it so.
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