there’s no point in writing anything
there’s no point in anything
i feel so
done
finished
nothing left but fear
irrational fear
i can’t get away
i can’t fight
i want out
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there’s no point in writing anything
there’s no point in anything
i feel so
done
finished
nothing left but fear
irrational fear
i can’t get away
i can’t fight
i want out
Split golden moonlight:
This war will only quit when I do. It’ll only fall still when my heart insists on the same.
I’ve shown you all of my hungers
Now show me how you sow these hills…
These late night thoughts
Let’s hide them in this mist
Where none shall ever find them
…
Sweating under sun:
unusual autumn heat
confuses us all
This dragged line of spiked balls of fear
Chained together with a rhythmic pattern of failures
Won’t let me leave this room
This basement so terribly bright
Or abysmally dark
Very rarely anywhere in between…
While my husband’s in the kitchen cooking dinner
I’m calculating how many grams of rice I’ll eat
Budgeting the results of his care
Fretting over the mass I could be feeding
…
I don’t really know you,
various sirs, madams, and others…
Thinking of others who have far less
Who have met with the heaviest misfortunes
Who do not have my reinforced net…