Darin Wimsatt

GAUZE. Content Warning.

The pain that accompanies a burn is sharp and powerful. The smell of searing and bubbling flesh beneath scorched skin, as well as the tremendous ache beneath the muscle that no cream or salve can soothe. Surrounding me is a shallow, cramped space that has no more to offer than a broken down end table and dustbunnies. I lean back against the wall and feel a spiderweb cling to the hem of my teeshirt; maybe one of the only things that is truly left of it. The still air feels cold and unwelcoming with my movement, brushing over my skin and causing the rise of prickly bumps on my body I couldn’t provide a name to.