i'm that kind of body tired, that ache, that unhealed wound, that bruise, that sore. she hasn't been out of bed, still burning up, doesn't want to drink. the medicine is in, the suppository is up, and I'm just, well, not.
thanks for staying tuned. stay tuned. she has to start drinking. something. little cracked lips. my head is pounding.
we just slept for a while.
bliss, forgetting, forgotten, nothing finding nothing, numbness carved into welcoming flesh.
I am body tired.
May 08, 2003
Strep Diary - that kind of body tired
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