one word: clad
by t. zoEy benally
clad only in wet fear--i lie awake surrounded by dark. weighed down by water embedded into terrycloth--i ponder solutions, but cannot move beneath the weight of this fear shroud that has descended upon me, that has been thrown upon me by my own hands.
1 comment:
I feel like this alot lately and I always feel their eyes on me too. I cannot help those who won't help themselves.
I hope you feel better soon.
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