hola aqui pongo las cosas q escribo no se

1. espiral (inglés)
It stung. His temple felt like seafoam; tender, constantly pricked by needles: in & out, & in & out... it stung. Everything hurt. To remember, to analyse, to register any type of information in his brain--mushy, meltins, spoiling and squashing into itself.

The direst thing wasn't the night, nor his thoughts, which were scrambled and scattered around like broken pieces of ceramic, piercing the dermis of the hands that triy to fix them,

but the silhouette, evidence of the consequences dawning over him, crushing his bones with their abismal pressure.