I’m back.
I’m not new or improved, I’m just patched up, ready to carry on for a while longer.
There are stitches inside my body. Sometimes it hurts when I move. Sometimes I bleed. I don’t know if the stitches are made of barbed wire but sometimes it feels like it.
So now I’m popping painkillers and thinking how unimportant so many many things are.
And, you know, the most painful part of it all -after all the sweat, the snot, the spit, and the blood- was that I had no one special to fucking hold my hand.
That’s a lie, the most painful part was the pain itself. Besides, maybe it’s better there was no one around to hear me screaming like a little girl.
Keep healthy.
Welcome back!
ReplyDeleteThe origin of your ailment is causing me to bleed. I just have to know.
Was it a UPI (unidentified party injury)? Self-inflicted cry for help? Or just old age?
Whatever the source, consider the scar a rite of passage. But you still have to tell us where you are going...
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A self-inflicted cry for help? I like that, I'll try that next time, but maybe something less painful. Does cutting myself shaving count?
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