September 22, 2014
Anxiety

Chewing chewing chewing on the inside my left cheek.
Chewing, chewing, bloody, tastes like metal, chewing.
Stop talking. Everybody stop talking.
What time do I work? Fuck,
Do I have enough gas to get there?
Chewing. Gnawing. Bleeding. Suffering.
Mom’s still not ok.
I’m just a disappointment.
SHUT UP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP.
My face feels greasy. The heat is unbearable.
I have a paper due Tuesday.
Hello? May I speak with a manager?
I have a parking ticket I need to pay soon.
Rent just went up.
Yes, hi, I’m calling out, I need to throw up.
Spitting blood. Chewing. Gagging.
Stand up. Exit.
I don’t get my check till Sunday.
Still need to turn in my direct deposit slip.
Am I gonna make it home?
Mom, you ok? I love you. I’m sorry.
I’ll do better next time.
Drive. Sweat. Chew. Spit.
Get out of my way.
Park. Spit.
Enter house quietly.
Hopefully dad doesn’t notice.
Dad glares.
Hi dad.
Your mouths bleeding.
I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know that.
I don’t care.
Good night.
It’s 3 pm? How pathetic. Grow up already.
I’m 20. Why haven’t I grown up?
Room. Clothes every where. I should move those.
Shed clothes. Add to the pile.
Lights. Covers. Gags. Goodnight.

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