burnout blizzards and orange
throats, raw skin where i peeled
away my d ep r es s io n and
filed it away in scotch tape and cottonthis dose of reality is too strong but
luckily you're just my mind
numbing drug
you cloud my eyes and
intoxicate my lungs and i
blink, hoping to see you
there when i open my
perforated eyelids. and i
blink and
blink again,pointlessly,
countlessly,
worthlessly.[too blind to feel, apparently. but oh
why are there explosions where
i used to be able to breathe?]
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motion. | completed
Poezjathis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14