Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I'm showing signs of aging
That wart still hasn't been killed off. My soul is still invaded with this mass. It's dead, mostly. The edges of the infected area still show signs of possible irritation but all in all the center, the core, is blackening and dead. The mass of tissue is still embedded in me though, and my body is desperately trying to reject the growth. It's only now becoming very painful because I think it's actually rotting from the inside out. I continue to pry at it, dull it. It hurts me too, the cutting, applying all the necessary chemicals to ensure that it doesn't decide to resurrect itself later. It's my soul. My right sole.