cast raze he can't recall how he broke his arm. he only knows there's numbness where none should be, and a plastic cast without a single signature to blight its bloodless bark. the wet mess of it sloughs off to reveal the lifeless limb it was designed to stabilize. he must have showered in his sleep. he'll lie and say he got caught in the rain without long sleeves or a coat to curtail the cloudburst. even wounded, he's wise enough to know he can't outrun his mother's molten mouth. when she starts spitting sarcasm and spite at the side of the road, he makes himself as tall as he can be. then he feels his feet leave the ground. no rigid shell will keep him tethered to this_cosmic_whirlpool. he watches her face fade until she's nothing but another minibeast in a field of feathers and fronds. vestigial wings and all. 260227 what's it to you? who go blather from