The wound above my left elbow
is getting worse.
When I fell the other day, I was more pissed
that my watch broke; in retrospect,
a considerable gash is more worrisome,
what with the poor state of my health.
Constantly on the move,
out in the cold with
little to eat,
little to sleep
and a stress level bordering on ridiculous;
unsurprisingly, the only thing my immune system
is immune to anymore
is existing.
The skin is not healing properly,
and I worry it has become infected.
It's dangerous to stay in any place
for more than an hour or two at a time,
especially in tight quarters
where they might hide,
but I need to find someplace to recover. Maybe
one of these houses will have something
I can treat this injury with.
I need to rest,
I need to eat
I need to relax,
and to keep reminding myself
that the flesh dying on my arm
does not make me one of them.
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