So hard some days, the gnawing, biting and devouring beneath the flesh. Broken glass sliding into the fingertips, messing with your sanity. I can feel the cold creeping into the very essence of it’s being. The left arm/hand exists, it laughs and reminds me everyday it is there. Haunts my tormented sleep, stealing my dreams and Rem. No relief, no separation from…….. there is always separation but I am sure the ghost would still haunt me, mock me from the void.
May the unicorns find you.
The left hand exists!