Short Story: For A While.
I created it.
Unwittingly, but I did.
It's not something I would have just decided to do.
No woman, or man for that matter, would consciously decide to create something so ugly and disturbing.
It grew, feeding from my own life force, using my own allies against themselves.
I think they made it worse, allowing it to grow and then gently erupt, creating its very own microcosom from my macrocosom.
Insidious, like a bully.
Then... it shrunk, and took a while to do it too.
Slowly it disappeared and my face was refigured - if that is a word.
Until the next time.
I hate zits...they ruin my life.
For a while.
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