iceinmyveins's Diaryland Diary

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good morning!

my lips twist into a vague smile
and go slack again.
Don’t talk to me.
I'm thinking.
Some dusty malignancy pulses in my brain
kicking between my eyes like a restless fetus.
Snow blows into my eyes.
Blink.
Blows into my nose and lungs.
Choke, cough.
The scab itches again,
glittering and ominous.
I can see myself-
attacking,
digging and scratching until my fingernails
wear down and bleed.
I give it a brief brush of my dull, short nails.
So unsatisfying but it will be enough.
Today.
And it’s very still
until someone walks by and
greets me,
forcing me to smile again.

3:24 p.m. - 2008-04-12

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