My head is hitting the ceiling
My spine is bent and my neck is pushing up the tiles on the ceiling as I walk
My body is too tall for me
I, inside my body, sink forward
In agony
In smallness
But my body keeps growing up
And now, I am hungover
My head and my feet both touch the floor like a bent tree
My face is melting onto the ground
Where as my legs are crushing the ceiling
I fold in half at the thighs
And then the knees and then the calves and then the ankles
And now I’m lying face down on the floor
Seeping into the tile.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
My head is hitting the ceiling
My spine is bent and my neck is pushing up the tiles on the ceiling as I walk
My body is too tall for me
I, inside my body, sink forward
In agony
In smallness
But my body keeps growing up
And now, I am hungover
My head and my feet both touch the floor like a bent tree
My face is melting onto the ground
Where as my legs are crushing the ceiling
I fold in half at the thighs
And then the knees and then the calves and then the ankles
And now I’m lying face down on the floor
Seeping into the tile.
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