working for tomorrow: the snake that coils to eat itself. blue. the boulder to roll up the hill to the shops (when they have what you need). sore hands and empty spaces between thoughts I can’t control. I dress for the weather and drink enough water. sugar to dilute the poison in my brain. step between cracks in the pavement. you know what you’re doing. work to sleep and dream of something else.
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