Card castles in the sky are the only acceptable instruments for the music I require. My mouth tastes like ashes from the charcoal pills I swallowed hastily. My stomach hurts. Not from toxicity.
I vomit a mouthful of sparks that fly away like fireflies. I wipe away a cold sweat from concentration on resisting a great and terrible shout into the abyss. I blot a stubborn film from trembling lips, and try to remind myself to not be reminded of anything. A tiny frog croaks on my windowsill. I can't help but laugh painfully.
10:15 p.m. - 2016-04-21
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