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I get home at 5:20am. I still can't sleep.










I am the inside of an oil drum--black, thick, resistant sludge drips the length of my bones like soiled perspiration, like the rotting sap of a tree riddled with the carcasses of chewed insects, like spoiled honey, and like saliva from the lips of someone who has just vomited.
I am this empty.
I am this dirty.
On the inside, I accumulate mold and bacteria, dirt and body fluids. The scum reaches outward, seeping out every orifice--I'm blinded, muted, deafened, immobilized...
This is suffocation, and this is my life.