Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
Over the holidays
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Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.
Like an egg in a
carton I fall but don’t crack,
cushioned by your strength.
I would like to see
4 am start off my day
instead of end it.
Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Status on Facebook:
“Watching CSPAN.” Many like
seeing sausage made.