The Self

The brain is sweaty and twitchy as I wait for the workmen to arrive.

The headache has already settled and has begun to chomp on my left brow.

I’m freezing (ironic as it’s a new a/c I poorly await).

My body plots and schemes what other pains and inequities to spitefully throw my way today.

I don’t like myself… and my self, apparently, doesn’t like me.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe