What a poetic disease.
His muscles turn to bone when bruised.
He is slowly turning into a statue, becoming 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.
