Nothing

Nothing,
the smell when I open the fridge,
the dreams in my toilet.
I could eat off the floor,
out of the dog’s dish.
No bath for a week,
doesn’t matter.

It rained for two days,
and I passed out in the hallway between my bedroom and  the bathroom.

There came a moment that I thought I wanted more;
just a little to help me get my “shit
together”.

Then, the moment I wanted nothing more than the absence of it;
to help me get my ” shit together”.

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3 Comments

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3 responses to “Nothing

  1. GinAndTulips

    I love your work, really glad to have found your site!

  2. I feel everything you have said here.
    I feel it right into my skin.

  3. allrunaway

    Really digging this one!

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