we are a bajillion wounds and scar tissue wrapped around ourselves to form what vaguely resembles "a person". yet we arent one. we're something else. something worse, i think.
we're bleeding and oozing and definitely infected, but you can't even reach to disinfect us because everything hurts. everything hurts us, and we grow a makeshift exoskeleton to keep our soft and vulnerable meat mass safe from outsiders.
we're rotting, but we cannot trust outside hands to not damage us further. we've had too many so called doctors sell off our organs to trust any gloved hand.
and fools that try without equipment will get septic shock, so we growl before they can think about it. too many deaths related to our inherent toxicity. too much grief caused by pulled muscles and loose veins.