𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜
what can only be described as sloppy, warm, jolting spirals melt into days, weeks and months.
eyes that first feel heavy, deep set and bloodshot feel as huge as plates after you turn on that familiar lamp with the ambery glow.
the sheer amount of pressure you compulsively put on yourself to pass out when your head next hits the pillow makes you all the more frenetic and awake - whilst a feeling of decomposing from the inside out spreads from your heart through your veins.
fading into blank boredom, you sag into the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.
YOU ARE READING
𝟗𝟗 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒔 | ✔
Poetry"𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞." dishevelled, shameful poems in eating disorder recovery. © teething 2023