Ritting

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

I sit and hack Every

I sit and hack. Every blow judders my teeth with resonant impact. To be fair, they already shake loosely in their sockets. After so many months at sea lacking limes to maintain my gummy flesh, they feel like jumping from the bone. They shake because of the cold, the wet soaking my bones and because of the relentless impacts that are tearing acids at my arms