My fingers are sore and branded with the alphabet insignia of my keyboard.

My ears ceased to hear the world around me, choosing instead to fixate on the loud cries of enslaved women trapped in an endless loop.
My backache’s and on my skin, the chair has written Babylonian scripts that can only be read under a fluorescent lamp.

My feet has grown tap roots and would soon blossom after a week from now.

And my mind….my mind is somewhere drinking coffee and watching a movie while the rest of me sits here in this small little black hole…Until I finish!