Internal

My blood is like cottage cheese. Blocking the flow of ease. I feel heat in my bones. But I cannot move- my body is filled with stones. My eyes are feeling unwise. With the pain of surprise. I hope that this sensation abates. My vision cracks more as I wait. She watches my lips turn gray. She sits vigil and listens to me say- Everything that I can hear. It is like I am no longer near. A hug will only make me shiver. She must watch my breath wither.