#16 — Wish I had it in a Jar

When I was oh, about 21 or 22, I had a cyst removed from my neck. The surgeon said it was a branchial cyst that formed due to a blocked vestigial gill slit remnant. So why am I such a scaredy cat in the water? I’ve always kind of missed that goitery gill lump. The thin scar travels from midway up the inside edge of my right ear down to the middle of my neck. Because of nerve damage from the surgery, a large area around my jaw sweats when I eat. I have to wipe my lips and my face with a napkin. Once a freak, always a freak.

Thanks to today’s prompt, that old long lost lump now has a name. Still, I wish it was in a jar on my shelf, that little piece of mermaid hacked out and tossed away.

http://notwithoutpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/04/15/prompt-16-pwoermd/

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