The Book Of Questions #45

Yes. Yes.

dissolution

my lungs suffocate
my heart can't keep its wits
my liver is a madman
crumbling from the head
down
the rain
won't
stop

151,600

Every day I have survivor's guilt.

L

Fifty until till fifty.

Punching back

I punched the monster in the face, just as I'd intended to do. The monster snickered and pulled me back into its fold. Then I learned the monster doesn't matter.

Just walk away.