Life 3

The blood rushes back to my leg, stinging and tingling. I never chose this. The blood, the leg, the hospital, the incessant visits, that damned numbness. Everything’s out of my reach, sealed before I even knew I was supposed to look. But I guess you’re not supposed to look, are you? Because I keep trying and I can’t find me. It’s all accidents and mishaps. What else could it be with pleasure and pain both serving some undead master? Hell, at least I’m not alone — even the gods had limits.