the line disconnects i
can almost hear it
snapping in two.
static.
it's raining outside, but
thundering only in my room.
forget out there it's
a mess in here.
autopilot carries me
stumbling and blind with
crusted salt eyeliner i
can barely stand so
it's a miracle i didn't
collapse before the road met
my face.
desolation and
desperation and
i
regain some composure and
take inventory on our
bathroom cabinet. it's
not a thought i'd
ever like to think but
guess what?
times like these....
twenty minutes later finds me
closing out tabs dedicated to
medical websites and
so glad i waited before
i fucked up again.
mainstream country never sounded so good.
Author notes
all of this happened circa half an hour ago.
now preston's moving in.
i dreamed of that one, but what a fucked up way to get it.
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