sometimes i wonder if i’d known the morning after. i wonder if i would have been as sick. i wonder if maybe i could have been gentler with myself if i never knew it happened.
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and what do i do when the things i love no longer distract me﹖ what do i do when it feels a little less suffocating dreaming about anything a little life changing﹖ never for better ⸻ all for worse. i wish something might break even.
i crack open my own ribs to feel the warmth ﹠ gentleness of someone pulling me back together. i use red ribbon to suture ﹠ satin to bandage … over ﹠ over ﹠ over ﹠ over ﹠ over. it isn’t sabotage if i gain from it.