Down to one pill and feel so much better! Still need to sort sleeping pattern but exercising and eating well. The outside world still intimidates and overwhelms. Guilt growing over lack of achievement. Must write, draw, live!!
It is the hour of reluctance. Time sticks like a stubborn stain.
His coarse desire is like sand in my stocking, attrition to my soul.
There is no absence only presence. There is no erasing you. If I pick the scab, flick it away, blood flows to fill and form another.
The kettle starts to boil, a roar of applause.
The sharp onion tang of warm urine warned me of his presence.