That which allows us to see both God's merciful face and His unforgiving one.

There's no way out.

Godless.

A fat and hideous hairdresser lady whom I want to murder.

Discomfort have long resided within my self. Long enough for it to become bored of its formlessness. With its flesh-sowing claws, it crept slowly out to my body, seeking shape. Gnawing its way through, it finally found residence, on my face.