The Decay We Dedicate to Tomorrow
When I’m anxious, when I’m worse, I get skinny
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3 min readOct 18, 2016
In the summer, I get skinny.
That heat comes in and honey, I’m lonely, fevered, downing bottles before they can bead — the city reeks mad in the summer. Everyone’s just a little bit. Unhinged. When I’m anxious, when I’m worse, I get skinny. I stay out late nights, in a t-shirt, and I get dark and I…