Kid

by Jescie Hall

I think the effects of the shrooms are finally coming into play. I’m a walking D.A.R.E. advertisement, showcasing to these kids just how fun life can be when you don’t have responsibilities or morals.

I’m sleepwalking again, about to fall off the edge of the world. Do I even want a reason to wake up? At this rate, I feel like if I don’t keep up my habits, I won’t even know how to function anymore. Purpose? What the fuck is purpose?

The rumbling sound of deep bass fills the dimly lit space while I float along in this fog of sedated feelings, and my heart races an entire marathon without me.

The high is hitting me hard and the walls are literally melting around me.

It’s a sweet, innocent little giggle from a girl who isn’t sweet or innocent at all. She’s a total contradiction and I like it.

stand here stunned for a moment. I think I just met the female version of myself. This is what I’d look like as a chick. I’m hot as fuck. I’m into me.

She definitely radiates like a flower, bringing you in with her beauty, only to drown you in her poison. An addicting toxin that pulls people in, slowly killing them in her presence. Dammit, if I don’t love it. If it isn’t clear already, I gravitate towards toxicities like a moth to a flame.

“I see something I want and I need it. It’s who I am. I have an addictive personality. I’m weak, I give in to what gives me pleasure,”

How is it I feel like I’ve known this chick forever? Some people just vibe differently together. Me and her are definitely on the same wavelength.

I feel as if we’ve met before. I feel as if we’ve known each other for centuries and have finally found our way back to one another. Lost lovers, separated by years of war, or something of the like. The feeling raises the hair on my arms; the chills taking over my skin, working their way up my spine. It’s some sort of reckoning.

“Dark water is a scary, scary place. Things pull you under when you least expect it,”

“Well, dry land is where you shall remain. It’s safe, warm...void of the unknown. Here you know what you’re getting into.”

imagine myself doing it. Smashing face first into the glass, the shards piercing through my skin, my blood coating me in a warm embrace of my own self destruction. Physical pain can be numbing when psychological pain overwhelms the mind.

How messed up am I? Sleep. I needed sleep and maybe some soup. Soup helps.

“It’s always the tall skinny guys with the big dicks.”