Spaghetti night.
Wash my plate in the sink.
Don’t watch the sauce
Draining red
Down the pipes.
Snap
And my will power
With the sauce
Down the drain.
Slip away,
Into the sweet solitude
Of my room.
Temptation.
Need to stop these racing thoughts
As a slice of clarity
Opens up
In my mind
And on my skin.
Deep breaths.
Smile.
Go to sleep
With warm feelings,
And not just the ones
Dripping down my legs.
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Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...