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You

feel

heavy.

Crawling

out of bed

only brings

the gravity

of the situation

to a head;

Crushing you

to the

floor.

 

Dragging

yourself

to the shower

submerged in

steam.

A sorry,

naked thing.

The water

turns off but

you still rain

hot tears

down your

front.

 

A deep breath:

You pace yourself

accordingly.

Step out

of the

crowded

asylum.

‘’Today’’, you

muse

to yourself.

‘’Today will

Be a

better day.’’

 

But it

Won’t be.

 

 

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Copyright © 2017 Rebecca Sherratt

 

 

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