In the morning you eat breakfast
tell yourself it’ll be a good day til you make it to the end & every thought that tried gnawing on you comes to feast on what's left of you as soon as you lay your head, it takes the breath out of you opens your closet & unleashes everything you shoved away, it wants nothing left of you and will eat at your brain til your so weak you give in and the monster under your bed can take over so no one will know of you again, so that you’ll look in the mirror and not see yourself staring back rot you from the inside is its hope It wants to consume every part of you Your mind your body your soul til it becomes you Or you it. -Abigail A.
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