Thursday, October 6, 2016

Wrung Out

Played the dishtowel yesterday.

After strangling ever milligram of my meds out of me, life tossed my soiled and limp remains into the corner and left me to rot on a pile of forgotten dirty socks.

In fact, I am currently languishing there now.

Hold your nose and run, my friends.

Run.

Until tomorrow…


Chloe

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