there’s a spot
on my lip that feels like
I’ve bitten it. I didn’t,
but it feels that way.
it doesn’t hurt,
though it feels like
it should.

it’s like that
when I see you, now.
I remember
having feelings, but
I don’t seem to have them
any more. it’s
for the best. this time
last year I was dying,
suffering, raging, trying to
break free. this year
I’m somewhere else

I’m almost out
of the woods,
I think. sorry to hear
that you’re still deep
in the darkness. I hope
you can find your way out
some day.

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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