For we must all learn to howl.

It's on hot, sticky lazy days like these when everything feels like it's all caving in, and there's too much to do in too little time. Fuck everything, I say. Fuck it all, and come join me in bed - wrap those warm arms around me and let me fall asleep to your breathing, your heartbeat, your safety. Come kiss me to sleep.

Tick Tock.

I am tired of coughing, so very tired. Everyone has a remedy to offer, be it to take hot honey with lemon or to gargle warm water with salt, to take pills and syrups and so on and so on. I am tired, tired of coughing, tired of the rawness that is what's left of my throat, tired of anything hot searing through it like a hot knife through flesh. I am tired of having these feathers in my throat tickle and stab like the knives they are, tired of seeing the nonexistent red that spots my palm, tired of having my words, my voice cut off by this sudden restriction in my airways. I am tired, so very tired, and I wish I could take my lungs and my throat and tongue and drop them into a hot pan, fry them till they sizzle and drip, and the very air smells warm and savoury and copper-tinged. Will you take them? Take my lungs and throat and tongue, and coat them with salt and honey and pills and syrup? Send the doctor my regards, dear daughter, he'll be glad to know you enjoy his medici...