I feel like it should have been more obvious to me, but either way, I woke up how I was intended to.
There is no escaping this weight
Everything seemed to be existing in shades of blue and green, with edges of pink sickness.
I watched her try to be happy
In turn, that wound me up like some demented jack in a box
I sipped soup out of a bowl with soaking shirts in it
Admired the new growth on my plant, picking off the dead things.
My dads belly and words were so full, I could smell the sickly sweet promises that came dripping out of his mouth.
His mouth was moving so fast, so wide, and so open; full of nice teeth.
It made me want to die
Really though, it made me want to fade away
Softly though
Into the grains of the hardwood floor