i was fifteen when i first contracted alligator hands
i reached under the porch to get my cat out, felt the jaws clamping down on my arms, and pulled them out to find two adult size alligators had attached themselves to each of my arms
it's been twelve years and each day i live with these constant passengers preventing me from using my hands. all i can do at work is flail around my alligator hands helplessly, smack things with their tails. luckily my boss doesn't come in anymore, so he hasn't realized that i barely do anything at my job.
everyone says it's not a "real" disease, that i'm "faking" it. doctors are baffled when they see me.
when i was twenty two i finally met another sufferer. she was my first kiss. we made out under a tree in a park, stroking each other's hair with our alligators. our love was an island of comfort in a sea of hostility.
i wrote this nonsense