Like wounded birds, it feeds skunks of hoarded strength. Velvet struggle and hay on fire usurp its wings. The crippled hose is compensation's capability. Pride, a garland of cilantro crossing borders in the night on bellied need and little else. To immigrate to easy ground is always on the grocery list and rolling gurneys never are.
Chairs resemble cotton balls, absorb fresh blood.
Napoleonic tendencies run dry. I lose wars I didn't start. Pain like writhing snakes won't die. Complaining rifles seldom help. I drop with every fall.