Spinal replacement.  The words seem so innocent, so procedural.  Yet the reality of slicing meat from the bone with nerves cut and resown give a description resolute to invoke images of burning agony. If this were the least of my troubles, I would be blessed.  The machines now tell me that this is the first […]

Please, my fingers, just let me keep my fingers.  It is an amazing plea to a cold unfeeling disease.  I never quiet thought about the prospects of losing a limb.  However now, I find myself tormented by the idea of what they are becoming.  They are less than limbs now and I think I want […]

I haven’t questioned my bones enough.  Laid bare where once flesh laid now stained red, dyed and clothed in a thin fabric of tethered tissue.  Though not quiet white, their cleanness peaks through this mess of decay.  Yet the little machines behind my eyes tell me, its still ok and in time I will get […]

The world has reached its conclusion. All is dead and nothing further can die. In these times men plead for death and death has vanished from them. Mindless deprived individuals who wander for naught. The result of selfish lords who judged themselves to be gods and postured as such. Divinity stripped of them and now driven […]

Failure, procedure, and failure.  As long as I toiled with this cure turned disease that has ravaged all our remains, I have yet to discover a supply adequate to cut out this syndrome from our bodies.  It traps us inside our enclosures, our flesh tombs, to eternally die here in this place.  The mere factor […]