Fluids

by May Leitz

I imagine them thinking about me dragging that dirty knife next to my vagina,

Oh

He was just gone one day. Just like that.

Just like isaac....im comfortable with death but not descriptions like this

Who’s your favorite serial killer? Lauren666: Toybox.

Bye the toybox killer was thexworst

I wretch over the toilet and heave nothing. I look in, disappointed. Usually, if my body doesn’t produce something when I retch, it won’t stop until something comes out. I decide that it’s the right time to push myself to power through. I force myself to vomit twice, and after that, I’m able to relax slightly. The vomit is mostly acid that burns my throat as

Fucking gagged through this

Talking to you feels like dancing with Dahmer.

I decide that the best way out of my life is also the most painful. Sometimes life is like that. It hurts to help yourself. It hurts to make life tolerable.