still at the hospital. they've said I'll be released tonight. woke up this morning with a body full of drugs, my head's bandaged; my lips blue. mother hasn't left my bed since we got here; father's still in Berlin. no calls.
there are bite marks on your thighs, the nurse said slowly, eyeing me carefully. mother looks away, ashamed.
there are bite marks on your thighs, the nurse said slowly, eyeing me carefully. mother looks away, ashamed.
oh... hope you feel better soon. x
ReplyDelete<3 much love being sent your way
ReplyDeleteYou are a great writer!
ReplyDeleteHope you're doing ok! I think the one and only way I survived my only stint at a hospital was 2 litres of morphine pumped through my body...
ReplyDeleteThat is quite mysterious. You're a writer I assume. If yes, then you are very talented!
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