“one flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo’s nest”

A crackle at the sight of dawn. I am freshly broken, a new day to start off completely aching. I rise, a few bones in my arms splintering through scabbed over, stitched together skin as I stretch out my newly beaten up embodiment. My ribs snap as I take my first deep breath of the day which punctures my heart and lungs. The internal bleeding causes blood to spurt out from my mouth as I am brushing my teeth, which then shatter as I try to delicately clean them. I look in the mirror and I look perfect. The muscles in my legs begin to spasm, and my body collapses on itself as it can no longer support the weight of destruction. One’s self is the only parasite that exists. It is now time to begin a brand new day.