To be safe or to be human?
Confronted with tragedy, logic takes over.
What's been lost?
Quantify it.
Objectify it.
You're irrational. Stop it.
Isolate the problem and make the incision.
Are you happy now that nobody's looking?
Are you anything now that nobody's looking?
Are you anything?
…
I'm safe here, sewn up inside my makeshift womb, but there are such lovely things outside. I miss the light, I miss the air, I miss the voices. One stitch can't hurt.
Just one…
…
The tears welled up and were met by the joy of a sprinter in the starting blocks:
This is it. I am human. Watch me live!
The final score: four droplets of water on the end of the nose,
one caught half-formed in the corner of the left eye.
There's some satisfaction to be had in improvement
(no matter how small).
Big booty, numbah five!
Numbah five, big booty.
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