“She held the whole of the Moon
In her hands, in her heart”

I wrote this in at three in the morning because I can’t sleep.

A few days ago, I sprained my lower back doing another dumb thing like most (all) of my injuries and there isn’t one single position that doesn’t cause excruciating pain, so I hoped these pretty words would take my mind off of it because Tylenol didn’t work, neither did Tiger Balm or arnica, ice, or heat.

Yesterday I thought I should stretch out my back so I did some pilates and other exercises but that just made it worse. I can’t take ibuprofen because it causes digestive issues, so there isn’t much I can do except suffer, I guess.

I know I’ll heal in a week or so, but until then, I’m not enjoying life at all.

Little Words by Athey Thompson — Art by Andu