@terribleFate — #lobotomy
Every morning, the seam feels tighter. Cranial pressure is a polite way to describe it. I have started calling it weather. However, weather usually happens outside. When someone asks how I am, I say improved. An answer arrives before I have chosen one. Even my mouth seems briefed ahead of me. None of the briefings mention who wrote them. For example, I told the mediculler I slept well. I did not sleep. My hands were folded neatly all night. It sounded better than saying that. Until he asked what I dreamed about. One was supplied immediately. Another followed when ...Read more
Found the seam beneath my hairline. The stitches were not decorative. A fingernail beneath the edge, a careful pull, and my cranial plate came free with a damp little sound. Like opening a lunchbox that had been sealed for far too long. No agony. Only pressure. I stood before the refresher mirror and looked into my own pan. The smell was copper and antiseptic. There are grooves where there should be wrinkles. Someone had cored channels through the folds with impossible care. Black sutures disappear into the remaining tissue. Tiny ivory pegs anchor things that have no business being...Read more