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I felt like I haven’t written in years, but it’s only been weeks, months. My brain hurts when I think about things now. It cracks with fissures, burns like fire. I try to calm down on my own, I try to be independent. I can’t. I grab my car keys, they’re cold, hard and sharp. My hands are shaking as I get in my car, I can’t wait, I need to have one, two? Maybe five? I don’t care as I drive, I light, I inhale, and I sigh.
It’s my release from the month October, breast cancer month…
 RadicalRosebud · Sun Oct 04, 2009 @ 02:31pm · 0 Comments |
