awakening
i wake up in the morning with a weight on my chest in this place where nothing lives. i try to breathe and scream instead; a soundless waste of energy. avoiding the mirror, i reach for the knife. relief lets me know i'm still feeling. i move the dark curtain aside. although it's cold outside, the sun is shining.
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