if purpose does not
happen upon me
i will look for her
in the mirror.
in the folds of my flesh
in the curve of my bones
in the hollowed walls
of the prison
i inhabit.
if she does not find me
i will create her
out of the nails i bite
and nights i whisper
and blood i drink.
she evades me
like the sun
when the darkness
is also light
because there is
nothing else.
she runs through
my cracked fingers
like water
and leaves them dry.
she hides within me,
whispers at the dawn
b r e a k
when i light the sky
on fire.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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