Drowning in Mango - Part Five

I poured myself out. A viscous mess. The thoughts were broken. I flowed like wine at an alcoholics' convention. Sweat was my element, fever my tonic and bane bane bane. My bones creaked. There were moments of shame and manic, train-like fury/joy. I slept a lot though it seemed, at the time, like I did nothing but writhe about restlessly day and night.

Previously: Drowning in Mango - Part Four