My

Because my diagnosis,

borderline

personality disorder,

the physician said

just focus on 

having one day to live.

Now,

a

sunrise stipend 

serotonin inhibitor 

and an open window.

Winter’s 

wet morning,

daydream drifting 

with the sound  

of a distant car engine 

and blown gasket cranium.

Soon someone else 

and a short 

Saturday sojourn 

into the city.

Here I am anybody.

Nobody.

Repeatedly.

At the same time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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stormwolf

A hauntingly atmospheric peek into a slice of time.
It takes courage to write like this.
I cannot understand the lack of comments.
Reading it, I am there and it’s a sad sense of isolation but it is written with sensitivity.
Well done
Alison x

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