every hair (short story)
i shall slowly pull each hair from your scalp. Your body’s natural heat regulator shall be no more. not a single hair on your body shall be salvageable, able to be rescued. I will remove each one with a set of tweezers, slowly pulling, arduously yanking at the roots of the hairs. no tendril will be left on any limb’s surface. next, i shall treat your skin with a gentle salt brine, that has mixed in lemon juice, to help soothe the wounds. to help heal the injuries caused. One drop at a time, into every pore on your epidermis. then, while the brine is still wet on your skin, and shall deliver a paper cut into every bendable joint on your body. your toes, your fingers, your palms. Not even your neck and knees shall be spared by a thin, irritable paper scratch. not even your lips.
