bloodshot stories from behind the lenses

happy birthday to me, i guess.

your mouth is a gun
speak, and blow me away

I realized I have not written in ages.
AAAAGES.

Since I last wrote;

Heroin.
Heroin.
Abortion.
Homelessness.
Heroin.
Heroin.
Several failed attempts at sobriety.
Heroin
Heroin.
Heroin.
Christmas Eve.
Detox.
Sobriety.
Tattooing/piercing apprenticeship.
Poetry slams.
And now.

Dear Journal,

I really secretly love my life today.

p.s.

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an xie ty

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ATTACK

I got really lost and scared like how I was when I was a kid. My nails are bleeding.

Aside from that, a fine day.

my fucking arms

fuck.

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Open your mouth so that your vomit can pave the streets
Your hair can provide cover from the blistering sun
And your greasy hands may act as bedsheets for those asleep
Sex offender.

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