radish
Switching lanes. Switching from good to bad. From night to day. You try to stay one person, but you can't. The full moon's rising, and you're switching forms. Your body is no longer covered in skin, it's now fur. You've switched.
I've already written about this word, but as I said, it's the grind. It's the grind of your teeth as your jaw clenches. It's the word used when you've put effort into something. It's the salt and pepper. It's the skin of two bodies touching on the dance floor, becoming one. It's the grind.