Highs & Lows

 

Sometimes white skin peels from my lips AND

I NEED TO RIP OFF MY FUCKING MOUTH or maybe

drink more water to keep my cells from shriveling; i should

finish one of six opened water bottles scattered

around my apartment like Petri dishes; i wonder if

someone can die tripping on tube-shaped plastic; to eat

or not to eat, that is the question for breakfast YOU DUMB

BITCH JUST STARVE TO DEATH ALREADY; i fancy

toaster waffles since they’re easy to make because

i wish I could cook but i’m horrible at everything; i hit

90 miles-per-hour in the slow lane since THE COCKSUCKERS

IN THE FAST LANE CAN’T SPEED WORTH SHIT and i

might be late to work because waking up in the

morning to an unknown day makes me puke; i enjoy

my job but it feels like everything I do is subpar and i

WILL FUCKING MURDER THE CLOCK because i need

to go home where i can breathe behind locked doors. i know

there’s something wrong with my mood LIKE DO I SEEM

LIKE AN IDIOT TO YOU ASSHOLE but i haven’t figured out

why my brain is frayed wires and stripped screws; i wish

I knew what it was like TO FEEL HUMAN AGAIN!

 

Signed

Leona Wilde