your servant, saul pt. 2

“until I have it all unwound” must I be pure to handle the wound with my own two hands? surely not,

for illness washes off as dirt;

then let it be so. it shall be gone even as it weaves itself stronger – it shall be struck down even as it submerges the last of my senses in its tangible might –

let it be so!

 

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