The mornings are the worst.
Tidal waves of anxiety and sorrow sweep over and swallow me whole
and I am trapped in this magnified belly, an encasement of soft rotting flesh being tossed from side to side in this tumultuous tempest.
My being is diluted and mixed with these unsavoury traitors
weighing my mind and rendering it obsolete.
Stranded. I am alone. With me.