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OCD.
Tick, Tock.
Look at the clock.
Wait seven seconds.
Look at the clock.
Wait seven seconds.
Look at the clock.
Wait seven seconds.
Look at the
Wait---
Tip, Tap.
Each finger raps the desk.
Once then twice then thrice.
Each finger raps the desk.
Once then twice then thrice.
Each finger raps the desk.
Once then twice then thrice.
Each finger
Once-...
Tuesday 7th January 2020 10:41 am
As The Sun Rises
I lay on a hard mattress curled in the foetal position,
wrapped in a chrysalis of darkness.
A fancy metaphor could not explain the meaning of life,
it had simply become irrelevant.
I had become so skinny that my skin was pulled
guitar string taut over aching bones,
that doctors had threatened to hospitalise me.
But now, allergic to life, my skin peeled at the thought of being.
...Monday 30th September 2019 12:18 pm
Psychotic Girl
lying in the bath, curled in a daze
staring at my hand, ring finger twitching
eyes losing focus, antipsychotics sedating
right foot twitching, clinically agitated
stomach protruding, appetite increased
screams of bubbles bursting, whispers intruding
scent of my body, artificial strawberry
ignore the shouts, but they hurt me
mountains of bubbles, naïve body purifying
pray...
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:57 am
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