I let my leg get so bad, the doctor had to amputate. There was something evil in that leg. I could never tell when it would make me walk to places I did not want to go. My left leg was fine, but my right leg was pure evil. It lead me astray. I walked away from the people who cared about me. I could not find the strength to fight it. I cut my leg on a rusty nail. I let my leg bleed out, did not tend to my wound, and gangrene set in. I thought I was through with my evil right leg. But sometimes I get these pains in my right leg. It is excruciating pain. When I look down where it hurts, the leg is no longer there.
Evil Leg by Luis C. Berriozabal