blister ovenbird It only took a scant half hour of chafing against this world to separate the epidermis in the crook of my thumb from the serum slicked strata beneath. It took only a few minutes more for it to tear away completely leaving exposed a weeping wall of flesh still raw and unprepared to meet the day. Where wind kisses wound a startling sting strikes up. We are such fragile things swathed in tissue paper we believe is armour. What else is there to do but make of ourselves a gift, and let every thin pretence be torn away? 250704 what's it to you? who go blather from