the alphabet soup

My mind is mush as I lay on my bed while my laptop screams at me as YouTube videos drown out my loneliness.

the alphabet soup

Letters that try to form words (which always seem to want to go against me when they swim around my mind) are getting drowned out by the videos that are still beating on and on like drums practising before their first-ever band concert.

My stomach floats up and down, wanting to float away while hoping my outer skin would look flatter.

Scars still litter my skin, but predominately my thighs, stretching whenever I move and lay down. The fresher ones cry out during the mist of the day. They beg for fresher cuts as if they’re growing fruits and vegetables while the sun glistens in the light blue skies.

My skin wants to feel itself breaking apart as if it’s dying in a ditch, as it’ll bleed out, crying like it dances in the rain after finding out they would never be the same again.

the alphabet soup

The rain falls, pittering and pattering on the rooftops.

My thighs still itch from the redding scars. What if they’re infected? Is it normal for my scars to itch so much?

My mind is mush as I lay on my bed while my laptop screams at me as YouTube videos drown out my loneliness.

My body is drowning in acid while I scream like a dying calf in the forest.

I can’t breathe, but I don’t know if I want to.

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