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3/9/22
What are the warning signs? When you know things are getting bad again?
I say: dissociation, definitely.
I mean: my skin is peeling off like the paint in the laundry
room and the dryers are broken and I wish I could
crawl inside them and watch myself tumble in circles
until my body is a berry-flavored smoothie I know
that’s your favorite flavor would you sacrifice your
tongue to scoop my remains?
I say: increased panic attacks.
I mean: piano sounds like thunder and I was never scared of
storms I liked them as a child but they are sinister in
the city they do not belong here and the voices in my
head are baleful and I know they do not wish to harm
me but I can feel the blades slicing open my legs and
the piano is sonorous and my ears ache from the cold
and the world does not move around me as it should it
is waiting for me to fall will you carry my corpse to the
end of the block so I can see the lake one last time?
I say: I think that’s it.
I mean: there has never been a warning.
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
22 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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