Fin.

I have to admit, the stich up was never really complete. Etching each thread into flesh unwilling wasn't as easy as I thought; I must say I've broken quite a few needles in my almost futile, self-(poorly)-motivated efforts to mend those flaking scabs which I repeatedly, unwittingly scratch open whenever they itch.

So it's come to the point where I have to bear with having the wound burnt into each other.

Instant closure. Like branded instant coffee... Two different states, irreversible process, bitter taste, stained teeth, bad breath. And branded. Ugly, but it works.

The time has come to take the process to a finality.

Hello, "No turning back". You're 6 years too late.

Well. I asked for it.

Don't worry. That will the last you'd hear from me.