It Will Get Lighter

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Thank you, Jack

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I am below everything.

hiding from the rain

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

was it worth it

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