PRELUDE
i always sit at the front porch, on the sad rickety swing at 7:49 am, a thin blanket wrapped around my frail body, as if the flakes from the cold winter might eat away my skin. i breathe in pine tree scent & breathe out anxiety, trying to relief the ache that starts from within my yellow soul which seeps into my erratic little heart. just knowing that i am still alive just makes me want to die. probably right there, on the sad rickety swing, at 7:49 am, a thin blanket wrapped around my dead body.
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