my legs are swollen and bruised.
the gash in my arm throbbing as if the pain were a cipher that might crack the code of how the hell all of this happened…
i’ve tested 5 foundations and 7 concealers so far.. none of them come close to covering the deep bruises on my face.
i feel like im drowning.
chaotic spinning and manic crescendo
did this just happen?
i must have imagined the whole thing.
i must’ve fallen. i’d been drinking so it’s not that far of a stretch.
i don’t remember anything after i bolted from that alley.
is this my blood on my sleeve?….or is it his?
will this cut on my arm scar?….what about his?
why can’t i remember his face?
why can’t i remember how this happened?
why is my mind playing these tricks on me?
why didn’t i do anything to make sure he didn’t try the same shit with anyone else?
why can’t i speak about this out loud?
i swear sometimes i just feel like i’m losing my mind