I am a civil war

Brain fighting body 

Hands shaking heart palpitations 

My brain laughs 

"Signs of defeat"

It says.

My body tells him that she needs a break

That she needs to rest.

He mocks her.

Racing around her tirelessly.

She sobs, back withering in broken despair.

He points at her,

"Weak!" He says.

Tears stream down her face,

The only experience they both feel.

When the brain registers the dampness of the cheek,

A crack appears in his paper mâché cage. 

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