yesterday’s sad ending bridget graham
a.)
I just wanted someone to notice. I cried so fucking much, I cried to Ruthie, to Eve, to Katrina, to Olivia, to Emilie, to Reilly, I would
crack just a little and then it would come gushing
out, like a broken toy, like smashed fruit.
one said anything after they hugged me.
asked if
But no
They never
I was okay, as if my tears had happened in
the moment but not before not after and there was
nothing behind it.
(My theory that everyone thinks they are the only living person still persists.) But if there was something physical they would notice, it would finally give and finally someone would ask if I was okay, if I was still crying and I would say Yes, YES, YES I AM. I’M STILL CRYING AND BLEEDING. SEE, LOOK RIGHT HERE. b.) Test run. What can you do if you’re screwed enough, if you’re rash enough, if it hurts enough? Can you turn against the gift, your legs that have carried you, your arms that have held you up? c.)
NONE OF THE ABOVE
and i’ve already s time, doing thing doing thing doing doingthing thin doing thing doing thing doing thin doing thing doing doingthing thin doing doingthing thin
spent so much
gs i didn’t want to gs i didn’t want to gs i didn’t want ngs i didn’t wanttoto gs i didn’t want to gs i didn’t want toto ngs i didn’t want gs i didn’t want to gs i didn’t ngs i didn’twant wanttoto gs i didn’t ngs i didn’twant wanttoto
no really.
I’M FINE