I...wow, this is amazing. It's honestly left me pretty much speechless. The imagery is beautiful and sad, and the last lines are haunting. Fantastic poetry.

Monday: "I nursed tumors all alone." A line full of striking angst.

Tuesday: "I hurl javelins...inwards." Very creative imagery!

Wednesday: "Globules." Nice word-choice!

Thursday: "A clump that refuses to be molded." I like the bitter, frustrated, hopeless tone here.

Friday: "Rummages the private cabinets." You captured the embarrassment perfectly!

Saturday: I like that you made the Sabbath day Saturday instead of Sunday. Nice allusion to Judaism.

Sunday: "I want you to take this tusk with both hands." Aww! *Tear* What a beautiful (yet sad) line!

-Isca