My eyes close for a second, my back arches rearwards to straighten out and a wave of sensation washes over me, the pain my poor posture had been hiding away from me comes rolling down. My tricep stings as though a thread had been run through the length of it and was being yanked to cut its way out. My knee sending out waves of dull pain for every motion. In my mind a single thought of gratitude stirs for the exhaustion that helps me maintain my numb composure, a breath, in, out and once more and I’m back to this work. I am long past working when I have the strength for it, I work out of anger, a wish let them see my strength of will, a desire to see this done and limp my broken body back into a bed where it can heal before the next day, but most of all, I work from a determination to not let this break me. Foolish that may be, but none-the-less it drives me, fools should be guided by foolish things so it all shakes out.
A heavy thumping rolls over all other sounds in my head and my body naturally leans back into a hazy trance as the rhythm sets back in. Tha-dum, shack, tha-dum, shack, tha-dum, shack….
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