woke up hard today.
with a bellyfull of absinth,
and unease.
resting at the edge of the bed,
i laugh.
something inside me is not right.
my soul, i think.
that thing that makes me me,
feels heavy.
hearing my own laughter
always makes me sad,
and i stumble to the bathroom.
my mirror is broken.
it is bleeding from its cracks,
reflecting some violence.
violence that is in me,
violence i don't know.
i have been here before,
but this time, i think,
maybe this time i won't be alright?
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