When I stood to go, I saw this skull on the cement. I stared at it. I was exhausted, fully spent. I wondered if I was hallucinating. Then I realized that my t-shirt had a design on the back, and that I had silk-screened a skull and crossbones onto the concrete in my own sweat.
Although there is a perfectly logical explanation for this mundane phenomena, I know that this is magic. I died just a little that night. And the next day, when I recovered stronger, I was reborn just a little.