Somnolence

Eloquence is beyond me, I struggle to string words together. Let alone construct sentences or hold conversations. Sometimes, my eyelashes become so heavy I can barely keep my eyes open. Phantasmagorical torments and I bite my precious little tongue. Hush baby doll. Be a good little girl and eat your medicine. Keep your poisonous little thoughts to yourself and stop tormenting the other children. Anomalous little child. Lamentable of course, but inadequate none the less.

Sensibility

I close my eyes and it feels as though my lungs are collapsing inside my chest. My ribcage fractures as it is compressed. My skin is tearing beneath my fingertips and I know that this is too far. There are no delightful little excuses. She would be so utterly repulsed and knowing this breaks my heart. I swallow this whole. It seems I broke down, let go, sold out. But I speak of months not irreparable damage. Collect myself together and allow myself to breathe. Perception is everything. "It is not how the world views you baby girl, but how you view the world" I await her with my pound of flesh.