My Bell Jar

So Sluggish i see snails racing past at top speed. Time is tried and hung like a horse. Dangling slowly from side to side. The only visible movement is the ceiling fan that whirs endlessly and an occaisonal piece placed in the three thousand piece jigsaw puzzle. Trial and error. Mind is shut down. Not matching by eye, just plain drone like trial and error.

The energy around me is sucked into my excruciating pace. it is cadmium yellow, like jaundice. A sickly bilious aura. Somewhere out the window there is work to be done but my body is on strike. Maybe its just the medication.

"Just imagine these are your ovaries", said the doctor making ball hands. "Imagine someone has taken a fistful of marbles and thrown them in"
Just great doc, thanks for clearing that up.

HOwever on the bright side, its not harmful right now. Whatever.

"Sitting in a bell jar stewing in my own sour air", You said it Sylvia Plath.