❝Every new day, I empty myself of the emotion inside. I pour it all out into a bottle which I keep hidden betwixt my bones. And each night, after the day has aged me a little more than yesterday, I reveal the bottle and drink its contents. I feel everything all at once, but I know I can't handle it perpetually. It engulfs me, and as my skin begins to burn, I pour it all out once more.❞
Saturday, July 28, 2018
3:18 A.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Poesie{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
