|spin cycle, please
Author: punctured.lungs PM
hollowRated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 116 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-09-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2978100
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
- there is nothing left,
nothing but static. -
it hurts to write through this
buzzing in my ears, my hands, my –
(you know, yesterday i cried because i
[was] consumed [by] fire, fire,
smoke and ashes,
crumbling down my throat, dusty,
– medication, but i am starve-binge-purge-repeat
hollow on the inside,
huge in my ugly s(k)in.
and my (newest) problem is my inability
to figure out what i (am supposed to) want.
i'm la la lost, and it doesn't even matter
at least not by today's standards.
because, because, because i
managed to convince myself i was fine.
x . x. x . x
an. experimental, new. thoughts?