THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE END.
Another seizure. Another year of pills. I’m back up to 1250 mg twice daily. Just when I thought it was over. I mean, seriously, over a year without a single mishap and then BAM. There it is. Out of the blue, there are a million EMTs standing over me. I can’t tell them what goddamn month it is as I stare at the freshly cut Christmas tree in front of me.
My friends saw the whole thing.
I just want answers. Yeah, answers would be nice.
you run between the lines
back and forth through time
like pennies in a dime
one-tenth of you will shine
i will drink you up like water
bring animals to slaughter
don’t think i won’t degrade you
their minds will slowly fade you
i eat therefore i grow
you speak before you know
the danger of me, the city,
is just your own self pity
Sometimes I hear things that aren’t there
And I see spots that don’t exist
Sometimes I feel nothing at all
Sometimes I get pissed
It has come to my attention
that only skinny bitches can pull off androgyny. Get ‘em.
"Death is nothing at all/I have only slipped away to the next room/I am I and you are you/Whatever we were to each other/That, we still are."
- Henry Scott Holland, ‘Death is Nothing at All’
