I feel as if the twin is littering the ground with shards of glass.
I can see him, visualize him, scattering pieces of glass around him as if they were flower petals. Each time I take a step, I can almost hear the crunch of glass underneath my feet.
Walking is a chore today. Cybill Paulsen wears the garb of the Elephant today; I don’t feel comfortable in my own body and I know he is trying to push me out.
My feet feel like they are on fire as I walk today, a pain that licks the bottoms of my feet like a lover. I can feel my Elephant Legs showing themselves, peeling away my skin until they are free and I am not.
The muscles are tightening and tightening and I can feel them rising up with each step.
The wind sounds like the Twin laughing.
All this makes me want to do is keep walking, just to spite him. Regardless of the pain, I must keep walking. Regardless of how much it hurts, I will keep walking.
I count in my head as I move through the day, a litany, a tattoo, a prayer:
I pretend I am skipping and thumb my nose at the twin, even though I know he will be angry at me.