this is how it feels to be consumed, i think - when every breath is dragged out by head-pounding effort, and yet the expense so little relieves the frightening tightness. i have inhaled so much that my fingers are in fixed tremor, and very unprofessionally i do not recall how many puffs i have had.
when i don't speak, i discover, i feel better. so i slink along, a silently tremulous, hacking ghost. a tremulous ghost with a bad headache.
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