[Short Story] Dead Metal
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

Part of me is dead. I don’t mean that emotionally, metaphorically, or any other way but literal. A good hefty chunk of my body is now metals and plastic.
You only find out after the surgery that it’s not what the ads implied. I think that’s how it keeps spreading. The people who get it pretend nothing’s wrong, that it’s as fantastic as it looks because they paid so much for it and don’t want to look like fools. While…


