Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Oh. I see it now.

And here is an ugly little thing, unwelcome guest in my home of a being. He has been here a while, having snuck back in after a long absence, cleverly disguised and under cover of darkness. He is the feeling of being unclean, unhealthy, small and dark and rotten on the inside. I feel like I need to be broken open and my insides scraped clean and washed out and dried in the sun, but instead I am stuck with all this decay locked inside my skin, like an overripe apple.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, honey, it's been awhile since I checked in with you (does that sound strange? it feels strange, writing this, as a complete and total stranger, and yet), and am saddened to read of your current emotional place in the world. I hope that you are feeling better -- it's been a few weeks since this -- and am sending warm thoughts of cold stars, crisp air, the scent of apples, and tendrils of love.