I have a cyst, it's pretty bad, hope it's not malignant. I don't even know if cyst can be malignant - if they can't, they should. My cyst is special because it has about seven really big cells instead of all those annoying small ones.

I'm not a negative person, but the first cell is the worst, he's got giant buck teeth that he's so proud of "after years hiding behind them". He's blue, but not sky blue, a sickly blue. He works at a hairdresser and pretends to love it, but I suspect he's taking the downfallen upswept hair and making voodoo dolls, or he's supplying the illegal hair salad trade.

Cell #2 is a cross eyed peace frog that's been trying desperately to get high by smoking dandelions to feel confident enough to ask out that boy with the fishing rod who feels like Snufkin. He got some shit advice, no doubt, he'll find nothing. Cell #3 is another mother fluffer'n sad one, a little moldy bean-bag rag doll with crescent crown and crosshatch eyes. Also, she's quite the gambler. Don't bring your deck to her table.

Now Cell #4 I feel bad for. I haven't gotten to know them as they're very shy. They have a body vaguely resembling that of a monkey, although "body" may be a stretch of definition. Somewhat like a spirit trapped in a tree, free only in the carvings of their genitalless bark. Sometimes they look like a cluster of ageless stars piercing a sheet of purple construction paper, hung together for some reason Cell #4 does not understand. Onto all of which is painted a pastel face bearing a soft smile and hung eyes. I don't know if they did it themselves. They do look the arty sort, but if they did I don't know why they'd paint in scars. They suffocate watching makeup tutorials, beneath a flesh mask, trying to learn how to do one that fits.

Cell #5 is just a pair of small button eyes. She used to be shy too, and she still says she is. For years she hid drowning in the pool of puss close to the septum of the cyst. One day she broke all outside herself. Dead leaf blossoming, she tattooed a bunch of porcelain dolls all frozen in place in the moment that they would have shattered. Their stenciled eyes spill out dreams, while they're stuck. She is glee that once was blue in hue, like almost an impressionist swell, but any canvas has long melted or burnt away as if she was painted on air.

I don't have anything poetic for this next one cause #6 straight up looks just like Spike Lee, if he were a beetle and was pretending to have Hep C. He's always doing Visionary pose, with his pincers squared over his eyes framing out some overlooked Black outsider artist. The last one is a crack up, she's a small goth girl perpetually perched on a counter top sucking on a pop tart like that toaster. She was also clicking a pair of ragged roller skates that really look like they should be haunted, but creepily, they are not. Yeah that's my cyst, if you know any doctors I'd still like to know if it's malignant.

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