Antibody

Your perplexity is completely understandable. How does one calculate my fluctuating distance? Measuring sticks are indiscernible from kindling wood. Their purpose implodes before a choreography they were not designed to quantify. It is firmly established in both fact and lore that I can not be charmed into nearness. My allure has always been summoned by torn flesh and not the broken heart that drags behind it. Neither can I be baited by self-inflicted damage. Do not take me for an unthinking shark. The difference is aromatized dissimilarly. One smells acrid, the dilution of which is fast disappearing. Harm that arrives at the hands of an aggrieved messenger gives out a scent that registers like pollinating flowers. This wound is worthy of tracing with my middle finger alternating to fanned out index if it is wide enough. Should I cauterize or suture? My duty is to make distressed fascia glade once more. It is why I came in the first place. Yet my company gets confused for loyalty. I nurse injuries that ask me for assistance through fragrant blood. When this service is accomplished, you will see me one or twice, then no longer. I do not remember smiles, laughs, world views, body postures, or personality quirks. If there is a breach that was tragic or cruelly given, I mend it with care. You were anesthetized with philosophy and revived by religion. Do not look for me at your bedside. I have danced a perfect waltz with your rended tissue. Now it is united in strength with a narrative scar. I ask no price, simply do not go searching for me.