Thursday, February 26, 2009

Drained

My brain has turned to cotton. I want to wrap myself in a gauze bandage and hide. I have melancholy in my legs, fear in my hair follicles; my arms are heavy as though all the energy in my body has drifted down to my hands. They feel fat, like I should be able to cut them open and drain it all out.

Nothing feels normal on me. All my parts are misshapen. I feel like I should cry, but there is a desert in my tear ducts and so I won't.

1 comment:

Mantramine said...

Hmm, that doesn't sound too good. I hope you feel better and just fuck it all.

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