Tuesday, February 18, 2014

What a mess

All of a sudden,  I couldn't relax. I had these snake shakes crawling under me, slithering and vibrating through my fingers and out my face. They were slimy and anxious, and the whole time I needed to piss.  Fucking buck up, I thought. In intervals, I reminded myself to calm down every storm of blind hate. Pursed my lips from cursing. New hell, new hell, I hummed. It's just a new job. It's just a new place. I'm not a little bitch, I just needed to say something.

(winks then naps)

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