Monday, 13 June 2011


I’ve come to hate my body and all it requires in this world. My soul sits shining in this shallow, broken casket of a cadaver and I can do nothing. Winter has killed everything, and even though it’s dark December forever, I’ll remember sun. I am tied to this world by coarse and vicious thickets. I wear my lesions like a crown. I stand here, waiting to be healed.

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