fried.
sizzling brains
vacant
choppy waves
slapping
my empty skull.
fried.

i wrote
a novel
that took me
to a very
dark place.

she shined
her light
on me to keep me safe.

but it
lingers
under my
skin
etched on
my bones.

i cannot
fully
shake it.

i have been cold
for weeks
deep down
marrow frozen
shivering
in the
afternoon sun.

i am
fried
and the
entire
world
except for her
is so
very
very
ugly.

just like me.