The Horror House That is My Body

As Halfoween approaches, I’m thinking about the menu for my Halfoween Party and what I might do besides calling it “Potluck”.

I was looking up recipes, testing some things out…

And then the horror house that is my body thought it would be great to give me an allergic reaction to–



I’m not ready for this.

It’s too hurtful to even type.

Betrayed by my own flesh.

If my hunch is correct–this is how my world ends. Mourn with me, dear Reader:



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