fevers

something I want to fix it's impossible deep in the body where I can't see it like the marrow of a nervousness a fringe just touching just barely the body is so soft and pliable I feel it creaking the slackening and unslackening of my limbs I forget myself forget to bring the body its getting so old so heavy I shouldn't complain no don't let them hear you even your inner monologues should be edited what if someone hears you its like making a wish for satan to come and visit to pull back the covers and oh look your body is perfect your body is because it works don't think anything unless you wish it to happen your corruption is showing already you are ruining everything it would be better if we could all just go back to sleep