do and undo
hide under the covers until it feels like a sauna, like you could sweat it out of you like. a fever, a sickness. in this warm, cramped space, you try to imagine what it would be like to stay here forever. in this darkness, the unnatural position of your limbs almost feels like it could be right. the world carries on outside. ah, but you will never be able to get it out; not through your tears, not through your sweat, not through your hands. you should be commended for trying.