Chronic

NaPoWriMo 2017 #8

I am light headed fog
Where only this moment exists
Absent of memories.
I swim in sweat,
Grind smiles in my teeth,
Search in a desert parch tongue.
I am a fragile jaw,
A stiff steel neck,
Shoulders holding rocks.
My ribs stick out, burning,
My stomach, hollow,
Holding what I feel.
Four brittle limbs clutch
Cracking fingers, flimsy ankles,
Weak knees where I've lost control.
This pelvis jerks like a dance
I shudder, spin, smile,
Try to make it charming.

Here I am.
Why does it matter
If this sounds real to you?