big fish eats the little one

There is an old scar on my arm from a bike accident years ago that sent me skidding across pavement. Recently, however, it has become a bit scabby and itchy and I don't know why. So I scratch at it. I scratch at it. I scratch at it. IT begins to peel and I scratch more. It peels away revealing muscle and tendons. Right below my elbow. Tendons right below my elbow. I can't have them just hanging there so I pull them out with the nerves and a bit of muscle in a motion that makes my teeth hurt. Strangely, I can no longer move my right hand but I can still move my left. It's still itchy, so I scratch at it. It comes up like old plaster, the skin, and I'm forced into seeing more and more muscle. These days, small children often stare as I pass on the street. Adults do too.