shallow raze after nicking a knuckle on the bony elbow of a dormant tv set and seeing red, it struck me that this is the seventh superficial injury i've suffered to my dominant hand in as many days. a week's worth of shallow wounds from a world that wants to weaken me in whatever way it can. to go on reaching out is to invite damage, if not defeat. i know that much by now. in this season of split skin, healing overlaps with new harm. i sigh in the face of a sunless sky and say: do your worst. there is more to me than this shattered shell you see. 251223 what's it to you? who go blather from