Flush
I got bit by a mosquito the other day, on the soft, hairless side of my forearm.
The welt feels like a new organ through which I can sense the world. It rarely itches but I run my fingers over and over it anyway.
There's a person I've been thinking about a lot lately, in a way that I rarely think about people anymore.
The welt has swollen noticeably. There's a small tear or pore through which something is leaking.
I can't stop thinking about him.