I can feel them again after two years under scabs.

They get hard again sometimes,

but not yet in delight,

they used to only subside when I was hot in the bath.

When the skin students poked at me and talked to each other, without addressing me, about how terribly sore they must be and how it was a shame they wouldn’t heal.

I thought, fuck you, but my neurons wouldn’t carry it to my mouth for me then

They had no ideas to help.

Module Fail.

I thought, fuck you, again.

Uselessness.

The whiteheads and pus are gone.

They no longer bleed or boil up.

And they look great after all my oiling and rubbing.

Fuck you, module failures.