Bile is slithering through my veins once again.
It must have become a boring thing to state.
The feeling is so familiar.
Like chugging water when you are parched.
I am full.
And it feels incorrect.
His mother refuses to meet me.
He has supposedly brought it up multiple times.
Yes, stay ignorant.
Don't worry about your son.
Just ignore what is not comfortable.
The things she knows about me should bring curiosity.
A week and a year of self hatred does not always destroy a person.
Sometimes the sun shines through the graveyard.
And I got bones begging for vitamins.