Metal fragments pelt numb layers and grooves of skin along my arm; crackling and popping with their shiny miniskirts in my steady repetition. Searing shards bop and bounce along my pants and shirt; mingling and severing their strained fibers. The drill bites deeper into the metal’s warm flesh. It grumbles, protesting as cutting oil overflows the throbbing cavity. If I... Grinding, grinding, the heat radiates with acrid smoke like the misty softness of a woman’s hands acros
