there was smoke in her eyes and she felt sluggish in an ever-turning world. she didn't want to do anything but go home and gladly embrace a temporary death-like slumber. with a cigarette stuck to her lips, she heard herself inside;
you need to take care of yourself,
you need to take care of yourself,
you need to take care of yourself,
in an overlapping, head-splitting loop. maybe she should've eaten something, or laid off the caffeine and downed some water in an attempt to revive herself before the final exam in her art appreciation course. but she just sat, eyes aching at half-open, sucking down a smoke before she could realize that it was done. such a clever planet — spinning so fast, it made her dizzy at times. other times, she felt more than compelled to believe that it could never match her speed. but today, she was soggy and disheveled. she felt limp. just had to make it through the day and then she could finally return home and wedge herself beneath the covers and just BE without the noise on the outside exhausting her. it all felt so heavy — the pressure of the rotation, the ironic weight of being drained by every exterior force. today was a day she felt that it would've been easier to stay just in bed and deny existence.
dec. 3 2019
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earth's rotation: a short
Randomnever truly knowing when the spin of the earth makes you sick
