wake up and puke.
smell the coffee and come back to bed.
weak and pale, depressive and thin
i see the veins under the skin.
nausea, got arcade.
terrible headache, it's that dizzy light fault
WTF. ionide in my wounds crystal sparks around
my feet. i go barefooted because i didn't find
my slippers.
a deafering noise, a bumblebee.
heartbeat. irregular. nothing more than an old memory.
reminiscence of burlesque blood circulation.
hot and wet laying.
so tired i need sleep but i can't
all the body is in pain
i'm fear of walking, eating fills me loathing.
bleary-eyed
blisters on the dry lips.
i may faint.
colorless serum.
the doctor didn't tell anything.
<you're a bulimic don't you?>
my stomach burns and i need water in my mouth.
<this is killing you girl>
i hate this smell, it always made me sick.
hospital air flow a necessary dead space
analysis and cross section
no words can be taken no denial no fake.
frozen soil.
delirium
evaporation
i promise.
i'll never play with my health like this again
...but today these syringes hurt...
taking out all the blood that there is. living.
yeow.
still breathing. readiness in fever's arms.
now you have the perfect excuse lady death.
