Dizzy.
Every movement sends galaxies skittering across the night sky of thought.
There is no up and down
and space drips time unending, unbeginning
into the swoop and sway of
static vision.

Tired.
Unshakeable fatigue grows out of barren bones.
Eyelids, lovers inseparable.
Feet that leave grooves in the few paths they take.
Arms unable to raise fists to fight again.
Haven’t done in a while…

Weak.
Please open this.
Please carry that.
Please carry me…?

Thirsty.
No, not that, just water thank you.
Grumblings are just tests. I pass every time.
Aromas are just vile sultry temptations.
The numbers never lie.

Muscles twang, bowstrings in a symphony of violins.
Fibres tear. The last straw.
Blood clots. It too is tired. Sludge in my veins.
Bones creak. Not enough weight to tether them.

God, I’m beautiful.