How do I describe what I’m feeling? Itchy without the itch? Skin splitting apart? Bones growing longer? Feeling the reverse of a fresh shave? Antsy beyond relief? Organs greatly expanding? Jawbones clicking and snapping? Biting my tongue and cheeks with daggers growing out from inside my gums? Muscles intwining between my bones becoming unfathomably strong?
I breath deeper, clearer, and can see through the darkness of the nighttime currently befalling my side of the sun. But I can’t go anywhere, I’m cursed to shuffle around on my bed and make snuffed out sounds desperate to escape my throat until the feeling passes, and I’m pained and delicate and once again a part of humankind squinting through the sunrise peering in through my window.









