by Vanessa Hazzard
of validation
hoping it will
fill the emptiness
fill the emptiness
but it’s a starless winter midnight inside me
A good night’s rest, a good morning vomit
and dust in an empty wallet
live at the bottom of this bottle
you tried to cry for me
but you promised your tears to someone else
So I’ll do unto myself as you have done unto me
and disassociate
unbinding psyche and soma
A good night’s rest, a good morning vomit
and dust in an empty wallet
live at the bottom of this bottle
you tried to cry for me
but you promised your tears to someone else
So I’ll do unto myself as you have done unto me
and disassociate
unbinding psyche and soma
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