The view is nothing
where there is everything
Just my head, feeling bigger than usual
and the salted vomit at the back of it
ever threatening to spill over and betray my mistakes
I sit then stand then walk then fall
nothing is permanent
sleep is temporary
and waking hits me like a sledge hammer
over and over again
I can hear myself ticking
and tomorrow is a void
and I'm so
fucking
stupid
SRWB 2010
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