Cookies

I'm hungry.
I  don't eat.
I'm confused,
losing control.
So tired.
Sleep escapes me. My legs are running in place when I'm trying to lay still. Crawling insects are inside me,all over my body,  biting and eating my skin.
I'm hurting.
Every noise makes me startled and angry. My insides churn like bloody fish guts in a chum bucket.
I'm rotten.
Too numb to be sad. Too bored to smile.
Wolves have the whitest teeth.
They are sharp and meant to tear flesh.
They don't smile either they snear instead.
I'm more wolf than woman.
I growl. I'm vicious and mean.

There's a thick fog. I'm being swallowed whole. I'm too tired to run.
I'm falling.
There's ice and snow and gray skies everywhere I look. My footing is unsteady.
I'm cold.
Thick blankets, fuzzy socks, hot bath. Paint my toes, shave my legs. My most comfy PJ'S.
I'm lonely.

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