Today was not a good day

My esophagus and trachea lay mangled in my chest and the whole day 

I cannot smile.

The stiffness saturates my lungs and deepens my breathing. 

Slowly. 

Intensely.

I breathe angrily, even too irate to eat. 

Swallowing is hard.

My saliva yearns to water your excuses. 

Liquidate your explanations.

I just want to know why? 

Its in your inertia that I feel the beast.

Let me illustrate hurt to you.