Right now.
It’s one of the times when I,
To the best of my ability,
Cannot force even a fake smile to my pale lips.
My unvaried face sits stagnant upon my neck,
Unwilling to change expression,
Gently sliding into another gaunt pool of nothing on the sidewalk.
To imagine,
A month pass by not one thought untainted…
Every beautiful thought has jagged teeth
And an imperil growl.
The lifestyle has been sustained for many more months than this.
And you may not know that it’s too late to pull out.
I am now like the intoxicated junkie;
The fertilized woman…
So fill me with your antitoxins;
Abort the evil imp in my womb.
Just one glimpse of a memory
Can place me in my grave.
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