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7:41 PM
It's the second Tuesday in September and I have never seen a day that looks as sad as this one. Grey clouds devoured the sky until it cried because it was afraid of disappearing, and I lifted my head so I was looking up at where the sky used to be because I understood that feeling. The clouds ate the sky, and my stomach ate itself because I had barely fed it over the past few days.
I saw someone new at the therapist's office today. He was tall, but he wasn't gaunt and he had knuckles covered in dry blood and I wondered if they tasted the same way my mouth did when I bit my cheek too hard. He had freckles on his face and I connected them in my head and realized they were in the shape of a constellation, and I wondered if he was as brave as a lion. His lips were chapped and they stayed locked in a deep scowl when his name was called.
Davis.
I wondered how contorted his mind was. I wondered if it was anything like mine.
