Today.

One woke up, mustered the energy to start the day. It took the body to the bathroom, expelled the first pee of the day and shuffled the body into the tub. It cheerily washed the flesh, singing along to music in the head with glee. One toweled down, cleaned out the buccal cavity and conveyed the body for adornment.

One applied moisturiser, deodorant, body mist; upon opening the closet to pick out flesh covering fabric, One was yanked back and securely locked up.

Eight? Four? Not sure which came forth but it’s angry. It hated all the flesh covering fabric, it wanted no part of interacting with the outside world, no work. It wanted darkness and solitude and loud music in the ears. It wanted sleep and silence and nothing.

But, capitalism so Two? Six? Nine? Some of the others skirted around One and got the flesh to move against the Self in control. Things were worn reluctantly, work obligations were moved to the next available human.

The body made it to the office but whichever Self was in control made sure it withdrew the body from others.

Forehead carved into a scowl, lips drawn taut, words mumbled in greeting. The body was forced to hide behind music and quick responses. There was no compassion for people; “I simply do not want to speak today.” “I am here, I just don’t want to talk!” *scribbles words on a sheet of paper*

Time crawled by. Crawled. Slower than a snail even. Time dragged but the clock said it was only three minutes.

“BURN EVERYTHING DOWN!!!” The Self insisted. Theatrics. It knew that in the midst of it all, it was a slave to a larger thing and it could not do more than repel other bodies.

Work day has finally ended. Back in bed. The Self has pushed everyone away, including bae. We have had a few minutes of loud screaming internally. “I am finally losing my mind!” The body head aches.

Inebriation is the only solution.