Joyce woke in a cold sweat. Her dreams distress her. They make her itch. Joyce is plagued by her physicality. She would like to have been an orb. Cancer cells are enthusiastic.
Fast and immature.
They hold hands and divide uncontrollably. Joyce looks away from the TV at her mole. The ASYMMETRY disturbs Joyce.
The BORDERS mutate.
Its medley of COLOR and generous
DIAMETER didn’t used to be.
It’s EVOLVING. Joyce should see a doctor.