Hold on to yourself
Cold Fish
Strip me down and bare my soul,
Cut my heart out,
Eat me whole,
Taunt and bait me, invalidate me.
Cold fish,
In my little dish.
Cast your hook and reel me in
Faster more fast,
Break me in,
Castigate me, go on and make me.
Cold fish,
Splish splish splish.
Laxatives
Laxatives. Pills or tea. Take 2 to 20. Drink twice the amount suggested. Stop working. Take more. Take different colors. Drink rainbow. Abuse. Abuse. Abuse. To feed my bowel. My bowel needs more. My eyes need more. To let no impurities in my system. To not absorb my failures. Wake up on the floor. To sleep and wait again on the bathroom floor. Or to be disappointed. Flush some more down the throat. My greedy bowel needs more. My blind eyes need more. Bones.
I was sick. Now I know. But still I’m dragging the chains. The footprints have not washed away. Not going back. To multi-color pills. Pretty pretty pills. Doing the mopping work. Prune juice. I drink prune juice.
"I’ll be okay, for the sky is blue today"
(via hydrotoxicity)
(Source: ellievee10, via hydrotoxicity)
