10.30.2001

the days begin to blur & bleed together, and i have lost the language to speak of the strange animal that feeds ravenously upon those last threads that hold my body together.

i have lost so many things, and yet there is still so much left to lose.

this, which started out as an experiment, this thing which i was naive enough to believe could be kept under control. but the animal has carved a space for herself in the shadows of my ribcage, she has taken up residence there where she feeds with wild and cannibalistic abandon on the intimate tissues of my Self. and she is never satisfied.

yesterday i woke up and realized that my body has been turned into a yard sale, and she has put up a sign:

Everything Must Go.

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xoxo,

moonbird

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