Daffodil

My hands itched. The skin writhed, as a stem popped out of my palm. No pain, just a relentless feeling in my chest, that spread through every inch of my body, as the stem grew. It bloomed; a golden daffodil bloomed, illuminating the emptiness. There’s no hiding now.

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