10.26

One week ago today, I felt my hair twitching across my chest and toward my arm. It felt like a crawling. I swear it was a crawling. I slapped it, trying to stop it, trying to kill. It came back. And again. I stripped my shirt off and a long, thin-legged black violation of my body fell to the ground. I threw it outside and shuddered and thought I was done.

Every time a hair moves on my body, it's an insect.

For a week, I've been living in hell.