chempress

 how to irritate people for just existing: be poor, be meek. 

when i was eleven, i lived in peru with my dad, stepmother and their two children. i got sick a lot during that year. i read "where there is no doctor" too many times.

before my mom was born i had an uncle named hal jr. he died of appendicitis after swallowing a cherry stone. nine months later, my mother was born. it's her birthday today, she's 86.

in peru, i died from the same procedure. in order to operate, the heredia hospital administered epidural to the base of my spine with a very long syringe. the liquid metal travelled north up my vertebrae ending in my center of my brain. i have, to this day, a bionic nervous system that heightens all my senses, relays them faster to my brain and heart, and amplifies my thought beyond my own perception of it. 

my dad prayed over me for six hours after the surgery, my body barely breathed, my heart fluttered on a cusp. i must have dreamt a thousand lifetimes, because as a child i was reborn a child. i just needed a second visit to hospital after release, due to a lung infection with pneumonia like symptoms. the inside of my lungs too would be synthetically enhanced. i've smoked tobacco ever since.

i was the only girl that year who hated princess diana's dress.