Today the hole is deep, my friends. Dark and full of pointed, jagged rocks, standing knee-deep in gritty soot and choking ashes. This flesh piled on and strangling me, weighing me down. Bleary-eyed and delirious from not enough sleep, and overwhelmed with everything, especially myself. I just want to get outta here. Unzip this crap and climb out fresh and shiny and new. A do over. Where this body is slick and clear, and my insides don't eat away at themselves. This should be a happy day, but it's not at all. It's a day full of regret and so much awkwardness that even the awkwardness is awkward. I want to crawl under the covers and never come out.
