What a poetic disease.

His muscles turn to bone when bruised.

He is slowly turning into a statue, ┬ábecoming less animated…if you hurt him.

His body grows less willing to flex.

In response to trauma it puts up a literal wall.

Oddly this defense makes him more likely to break.

Maybe survival isn’t the point.

He is a living metaphor.

The rest of us get to hide our emotional bruises.

We have the luxury of not having to look at the pain we cause others.