Sometimes I feel like absolute shit: like an old cassette tape that’s come unwound; an unknown funk beneath my fingernails; hollow bones that ache with every breath.
Sometimes I feel like the flabbiest failure/
an empty fish tank.
Start over, flip back, march on, say the nonsense one more time, again.
On and on and on.
Shh. Quiet now, and close your eyes.
Tomorrow will be new.
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SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and sucker for souvenir shops.
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