All day long my thoughts have teeth. They sharpen themselves against my skull and sink their venom into my brain.
All day long my eyelids are weights. I have to concentrate to keep them lifted. My eyes are sunk into my skull. What they want most is to never open again.
All day long my hands turn against me. Everything I touch is a weapon. They tremble as they grip the steering wheel.
All day long my skin tries to free itself from my bones. My lips pull back to show a snarl of crooked teeth. It wants to turn me into a pile of rubble.
All day long my feet are dead. They are bags of sand. I plan each step in advance but they still drag along clumsily, barely allowing me to move.
All day long my spine tries to break. I hear it bending and creaking as I walk. Ready to snap in half at the slightest jolt.
All day long my tounge attempts to slide down my throat. It won’t let me taste joy or fear. It’s just a slab of meat.
All day long I’m at war. I’m exhausted.