i’m always going to be sick, aren’t i? by Amber Renee

see, there are years of restlessness inside of my head; history like       eons of            nostalgia, bitter wars, famine, natural disasters; enemies building fences between homes     like separation from god is the true meaning of hell.  // i’m all wrapped up in  this fucking skin; paperthin &                                 constricting— —my body: blood & guts & muscle &Continue reading “i’m always going to be sick, aren’t i? by Amber Renee”