haibun piece. Prose/poetry
raw flesh rising out of the scales flaking from hard and cracked cankers . a slow eruption of good, angry with itself, turning on itself. a crazy affliction somewhere between sloughing and cancer.
Jed had lived with it since puberty. I can only guess how many dressing swaps, creams and screams have come and gone during those episodes when his skin has tried to rip him apart. I , one of many nurses, with nothing but platitudes and promises to be gentle that he burns with his eyes . he has me ; young nurse up against man thinned by time and torture. he spares me by closing his eyes to sear madmen in another place.
our thin covers
are what keep us from