foxes

Let’s set the scene. It is already spring in Savannah. I take off my shoes in my backyard and sip juice underneath the looming live oaks. I feel the sun on my feet and legs. There are no words for the warmth or for the part of me that calls so desperately for it. To be warm again. To be again. Just once more, I want to see the summer.

I have slept for a week, possibly two. I open my eyes and roll over. I get high; I stay in the lowly pit of my stomach. In dreams, I’m once again seeing the nurses over me, hovering, lifting my legs while I try to squeeze away, saying, “She’s tiny. Hold her down. Get the ice.” I can feel the sweat on my face, the hair stuck to my cheeks, the blood disappearing. Someone holds my forehead so I will stop fighting. Their voice comes to me from far away, “When was the last time you ate? When did you drink water?”

Weak body, slow heart. 

I can remember you. Yes. You. 

ukeofspook:

how to kiss

1. put your mouth on their mouth
2. start screaming into their mouth until you pass out

(Source: legdisabled, via junkshit)