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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 […]
Read MoreThe Hand that Rocks the Cradle Part 1 Do you dare to come a little closer? Can you bare to look me in the face? What is it about me that makes you leave? I do not know how to feel about it. I practice thinking the hole is gone, but the ache returns and […]
Read MoreIt is really not sad. It was always our destiny. A deathly emptiness is encamped in our soul. My mind is a mass grave, an accumulation of broken bits who could not last. With trailing blankets and toys clutched securely, they crawl to their final place. Let them not weep. Let them know that it […]
Read MoreI want to let go. There are no fluffy words or poetic sentiments I can muster tonight. My thoughts are halted by the regime of exhaustion and apathy. I want to speak, but the air devours my words before they may be heard. I have not felt this alone in many dark moons. Helpless. Hopeless. […]
Read MoreI don’t know what to do with myself. I hate nights like these. Empty. Spoiled. Long. I am a child. And I can’t breathe. My brain hurts. It’s not a headache. My brain is itchy and scratchy and needs to be soothed and calmed. Everything feels wrong. My hands hold my head. I need comfort, […]
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