Like I’m rusting from the inside out. Tiny little flakes loosened and scattered by a battalion of tiny little spiders marching inside me from my wrist up and around my arm across the top of my shoulder up my neck and back down again. All this sheathed in humming, rippling waves of bone-deep pain like heavy marble being wrapped in layers around the nerve. A mind-bending, soul-rending, discordant cacophony – disrupting, remaking, revealing.