Not As We

Nobody lives here anymore. Poke and stir the ashes of yesterday’s consumption, you will not find me . . . and they have been missing for a while. There were signs it was happening. My soul became painfully still and quiet. I couldn’t locate myself in the expanding vacuum. I fell . . . lost […]

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What is a survivor?

They’re foolish games, but let’s call it a tie. I fought the matches, razors, and Klonopin; I won. I fought the alcohol. It won. Tie game. I’m dissociative as hell tonight and can not be responsible for what arbitrary, random commentaries come out of her mouth. She should come with a “Do not disturb” label […]

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