I didn’t want to.
My muscles clung around me like hungry bears.
Needles made their point in numerous occasions around my being, the duvet took cover.
My eyelids a broken blind, rammed shut against the light; my eyes disappeared into the background.
It was too much too move. I didn’t.
It was too much too move. I couldn’t.
A giant ball of chaos, my muscles unpicked themselves in reverse spiral.
I got about, but I didn’t know how. I didn’t know where. I didn’t know how.
I trudged to my computer and put it on. It was as lively as I was dead.
Your fresh page drew me. My fingers choreograph the words.