this being apart shit.
this fucking shit is tearing my body apart
raking my flesh
scissoring my veins
shredding my bones…
it is rendering me jellied,
puddled.
my body knows this feeling
this d e p r e s s i o n.
it isn’t the right time for it not like this.
all of this laying around and doing nothing
AND BEING TOLD ITS OKAY.
this is what’s different.
i’m not tired i am active. alert. pointy.
with no release.
no way to let go.
no way to succumb.
So I smoke.
and i eat.
and i smoke.
and I have a rich fantasy life and when I do venture out it is with
dire regard
like a fox I am so
aware.
I crave human interaction I crave
I crave.
i need
voice. a face.
a touch .
this is tearing me apart.
The Salty Widow 