Lutz, Salchow, Axel.
Thoughtless bruises, beaming scars,
all a part of the process.
“Everything you do past the point of exhaustion counts for
twice as much,”
these days getting out of bed makes me dizzy.
Lexapro, Klonopin, Ativan.
These are the new gods.
We must move forward, I think
as I lie shivering in the back seat of my car.
If I say I’m okay, then I am okay
Don’t look back, panic,
Ignoring the paralysis will make it go away.
If I fill my mouth with supplications,
then the process must be working.
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