Adam-Troy Castro | The Arm Ouroboros
I take the hammer in my right hand and raise it up over my head to bring down, screaming, against the left hand I have placed flat on the tabletop. My knuckles do not break. My skin does not tear. I do not scream in agony. Instead, my left hand flattens like soft rubber, the imprint of the hammer’s head clearly visible in what is supposed to be human flesh. The sight is worse than any pain could possibly be. | Copyright 2022 Adam-Troy Castro. Narrated by Stefan Rudnicki.