Somewhere Under Broken

I’ve eaten my heart out

in the rain,

and roasted my flesh 

in the sun,

and for the life of me 

I can no longer feel the 

difference between...

 

the caffeine and alcohol

the rain and shine

the waking and sleeping

the smiles and tears

the words and thoughts

the loneliness and company

the love and hate

the friends and enemies

the warm and cold

the future and the past

the nightmares and dreams

the right and wrong

 

...but I’d be afraid (if I could)

because,

my life is atrophied, and

I’m going so fucking numb.

 

Veronica Russell

2/13/15

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