Zombie by The Cranberries readily comes to mind. All the swear words I’ve ever heard are in my head threatening to spill out. I restrain it but everything around me is engineering it.
It is an ongoing process, a making that probably never stops until death but this process is known to be Life her self.
Smile in adversity, they say. Act like it is nothing, they tell you but no one tells of how they lick their sores behind the curtain….
The Ready Writer