Dying to Recover

Found my stomach on the other side of the room. Didn't really want it back. Retrieved my brain a few days after from under a pile of underwear and socks. Those were the things I had been trying to lose all along. And the one thing I wanted to disappear hadn't budged at all.

That's how it happens I guess. You can take a girl and dress her in a woman's body, but underneath she's still trembling. Just sucking on a bigger thumb.

You can even change her. Grow her up in an instant with the proper medicine. Temporarily quell the symptoms. Make her a real person. But it always wears off.

There is only one cure. And it worries me whether I'll ever be strong enough to take it.