riley

"something for the rag and bone man
over my dead body..."



I can't imagine being physically restrained by a man I have never seen before, but then... it happens again and again every night when I go to sleep.

I have lost weight, since the stress started piling on. My dreams have gotten increasingly worse, my face is broken out. I look gaunt, pale, angular. Dirty. Unwashed.

Needless to say, I'm unhappy.

The "travel" mugs full of half-consumed coffee, now cold, are all around me.
They no longer sustain me.
I need something else.