I've survived.
And in the cast I've since removed.
Nothing has been healed properly?
But then again...
I really thought.

How much?

How much more able am I...
that I will miss.

Those giant black pools of oil, sparkled.

Maybe even bubbled.

Can I not return?

Perhaps in the future, I survive.

Yes, that's the answer!

But now...
NOW.

My gifted self, my talent, my own.

The gift has been bought, wrapped in a box, cut into ice cream, and sealed.

The ice cream is delicious is it not.

No question.

Let me have a sample, and I'll taste you give.

Yes, the taste.

And again I marvel without will, or courage, brave enough to alter.