

explaining my fatigue to myself
lying half awake my wrists and ankles are held down as a nurse calmly makes small incisions across my calves and thighs, along my biceps in the palm of my hand, she gently slides in stone after stone.
slowly but surely weighed down, gentle, but I feel the strain against my fragile skin when i try to move threatening to tear open. my fingers and toes twitch as i take deep breaths and use all my strength and my brain and heart are begging me to move just shift an inch over do anything
but the glittering stones now drowning in blood hidden within me say otherwise. minutes hours days at a time i lie still, a twitch of the thumb, as i use my walking talking working creating making lunch clean the downstairs bathroom pet the cat read a book wash my hair energy to try and stretch out my stone legs and maybe turn from the window, where the sun shines bright in my tired eyes.
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Blatantly stealing this from twitter cuz i need people to hear Obama in Baki
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explaining my fatigue to myself
lying half awake my wrists and ankles are held down as a nurse calmly makes small incisions across my calves and thighs, along my biceps in the palm of my hand, she gently slides in stone after stone.
slowly but surely weighed down, gentle, but I feel the strain against my fragile skin when i try to move threatening to tear open. my fingers and toes twitch as i take deep breaths and use all my strength and my brain and heart are begging me to move just shift an inch over do anything
but the glittering stones now drowning in blood hidden within me say otherwise. minutes hours days at a time i lie still, a twitch of the thumb, as i use my walking talking working creating making lunch clean the downstairs bathroom pet the cat read a book wash my hair energy to try and stretch out my stone legs and maybe turn from the window, where the sun shines bright in my tired eyes.
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