Somewhere Under Broken
I’ve eaten my heart out
in the rain,
and roasted my flesh
in the sun,
and for the life of me
I can no longer feel the
difference between...
the caffeine and alcohol
the rain and shine
the waking and sleeping
the smiles and tears
the words and thoughts
the loneliness and company
the love and hate
the friends and enemies
the warm and cold
the future and the past
the nightmares and dreams
the right and wrong
...but I’d be afraid (if I could)
because,
my life is atrophied, and
I’m going so fucking numb.
Veronica Russell
2/13/15
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