Magic Blue Smoke on Nostr: The realizations wash over her. She peels the agar jelly off the sculpt of her navel. ...

The realizations wash over her. She peels the agar jelly off the sculpt of her navel. Squats down and claws the scaffolding out of herself, disgusted with the sensation.

Waves of nausea, vertigo as she pulls out long thick protein lumps from her ears. Rubbery yellow gunk she heaves out of her lungs and stomach, sitting on the floor and spitting in the toilet and rocking back and forth between dry heaves and coughing fits.

Sweaty, shaky-legged, she washes herself in the shower slowly.