melting mental metal

I'm going to solder something later. An ultra-heated tip with coiled wire bathing.
I have to, I have no choice.

It'll be the first time in 10 years since I've been in such close proximity to scalding hot liquid metal.
The first time since... that tragic mischance.

I thought I'd left it all behind... but life has a way of forcing it's bitter, karmactic spite-spunk down your warm, quivering oesophagus just as your lips momentarily drop their guard to laugh.
The first laugh of a decade. The first moment of absent regretlessness.

Unfortunately there's only so many times you can apologise.
Unfortunately there's only so much skin a doctor can graft.

Rancorous life never forgets.
And never ever forgives.

Some scars are too deep to heal.
Others heal but leave a twisted mangle of what once was, like roadkill seen through a sideshow mirror.
The kind of thing that you try to ignore but your eyes keep getting drawn to it and you feel you're being rude so you try to focus on their eyes but your eyes keep flicking back to it and you can't help but gawk at the doughed-up crust clump staring back at you. I'm sure you know what I mean.

I knew this day would come... Life's little revenge chuckle for a single moment of ineptitude.
Wish me luck, for we may never meet again.