Painfully stiffens limbs like watching the process of hardening soft spaghetti.
Makes bodies throw up guts like a soldier who isn’t ready.
Blood pumps through veins like air suffocating and overflowing a tire.
Every shadow in sight becomes a beckoning beggar, a criminal, a liar.
Heart slams into ribcage like a basketball pounding on pavement’s tar.
Steps become shorter and faster like punk chords on a guitar.
Mind melts into spine—chocolate mushy in it’s fluorescent wrapper from the sun’s rays.
Life is sucked from skin’s pores like brightness being taken by an overcast day.
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