lackluster klonopin days and just a lingering of sadness, of
loneliness left over from the night.
and an insatiable need to eat everything until my stomach bursts
and great heaving flows of colors of trapped mangled food spill out down my
legs onto the floor.
the brilliant anger is only sustainable so long. but i've had it
now and i know i can get it back. it's just exhausting. i fall back on old
habits, on the only thing i know. there is moving forward and there is moving
back and it's not possible to always go straight on. waiver and bend, but the
momentum has begun. i will fight back.
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blood on my hands, i just noticed. blood and vitamin e and
sometimes it's good to be dirty because i can see my past in it. ten minutes
ago i existed as flesh and breath and brain and now i am reminded i exist
still.
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