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slipping into
the fog
like a wraith
white nightgown
trailing behind
me like a marriage
train
the hem dragging
in the mud
the ground
squishes underneath
my feet and
i run i run

behind me the
indifference
following the
tracks i leave
in the earth
grinning with its
bloodless mouth
it rakes its nails
across my body
and leaves
words imprinted
in my skin

'dying is an
art'
brilliance
the shrill headlights
ahead
the terrible squeal
of tires

freezing rain
with its many
hungry mouths
the smell of it
permeating the
air
trip and fall
arms pinwheeling
out

hunched
around my
body
feeling the
scars split
and open
spilling blood
that turns pink
in the rain

the indifference
watches with
hooded eyes
and pounces
claws unsheathed
the docile kitten
become dangerous
eyes glittering and
spitting

it disintegrates
the carelessly
glued thoughts
in my mind and
it doesn't matter

goes down
my throat and
i choke i choke
on it

depression is
not the death of
me at least
i can feel

the body can be
taken and torn
apart i really
don't give a fuck
just don't take
away this heavy
cloak i wear

ambivalence
is a virtue at
least that is what
my mind hisses
at me in a high
cold voice

does it really matter?