every day
i run human experiments on myself
i test the limit of my food allergy
i adjust the milligrams
i look at dismembered bodies on the news
i drink and then i don't drink
today,
i can’t look at spinning things. the bicycle wheels. the glass plate in the microwave. my dad going to work. windmills.
yellow grasses sitting burned under the pitch black sky. i cant look out from the window. i cant even open it. dry wind stings my skin.
itches.
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