alex (martyredbunny) wrote,

as i was the only one in the room it was easy enough to conclude that this was hell.

episodic suffering, on top of what i bore already is too much. too much when coupled with losing my mind, losing my ability to focus and, for days on end, enjoy. finger tips numb, stomach churning, veins stuttering, i stumble about on cramping feet, trapped in all the horrors my body always meant to me and without the benefit of the beauty it could be when polished up with mussed hair and lined eyes.

fleeing it is impossible, but in moments, under trailing fingertips, or in the humming, purring snores of a tiny furry stomach, or in rare, deep, and feverless sleep, i come so close.
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