The art of escaping the will to die, I get to live
last night is still a headache between chocolate and candy, my favorite bundt cake, heart-shaped muffins that took me forever to make
like it will take me forever to smile. I was scorn impersonated. so I ran a mile, away from words that would strip me from my dignity. I ran a mile, into an abyss of numbness, free of compass, I was a refugee. No where to go. Hatred is something you can’t outgrow.