Fresh baked bread Layered in death and vegetation My insides burn with withdrawal It's been almost 24 hours now How much longer will it take? To either cave in unwillingly Or to die painfully slow?
If I had not forgotten my cash I'd have given in to my survival drives I'm happy I forgot it Because I can't stomach the idea of food Let alone choke down something so revolting Only because it pulls me further away from death
Instead I flood my veins with nicotine Desperately trying to curb these cravings My legs threaten to give out With each step I take Even now, scratching this among global fem notes Dissociated entirely from class My hands won't stop shaking
Is it nerves? Or physical deterioration? Or the panic lying under the surface? Deafening screams ricochet through my mind As I try to drown these feelings But they won't disappear
I've dropped significant weight And I don't want it back I don't feel the need to lose more But still it falls away And eventually leaves nothing but skin and bones Fueled by electrifying anxiety