leave the bottle

I needed to feel a different pain. I needed to reassert myself. I needed to change my body from the one he knew.

I’ve been killing it. Nights that bleed into morning, pots of coffee, retail therapy, English ales that drink like meals. The blood doesn’t faze me anymore. Instead of slowly slipping down the spiral, I’ve decided to fall all the way so I can climb back up.

Sometimes you have to tear yourself down before you can start rebuilding.

One comment

  1. (i am whispering very softly: just don’t drive.)

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