Cut the Gangrened Limb

I grew complacent and ignored a lot of warning signs. I got gangrene and didn’t admit it, though I could feel it and see it in the mirror. In my denial I forsook my body for an arm. I should’ve just sliced it with a katana, but how could I trust the replacements. You call them prosthetics, I call them pathetic.

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