It came-- the year anniversary of my dichotomy. My fragmentation. My nuclear explosion.I woke up with sobs welling upward, grasping my throat in their hot fingers. Nine a.m.; I was sleeping on that day. The fool I slept beside in that tent must have been especially high from his 6 a.m. methadone shot. An orange drink in a dixie cup. But I am...
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