Liver

Larissa Caramel
Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
“A woman in the bathtub with clothes on in Daytona Beach” by Naomi August on Unsplash

My head explodes and I can smell the pieces of my brain burning.

My guts are alive and screaming, pulling my insides out.

I dreamed of lost places in distant countries and I can’t remember why you only speak to me in english.

I’m sweating blood, I’m shivering, while feeling you kicking inside my chest.

My eyes are trying to jump out the sockets, I hate myself for thinking that’s more than enough.

I want to give up but I’m to proud to admit it to myself.

I want to drink till I’m out and the pain is gone.

I’m tired of living all this torment alone. I don’t know how to ask for help,they would never understand.

Yesterday night I learned you live in my liver.

Hundred of years ago they used to say it was home for the blood humor.

Perhaps that’s what you are, my one and only vicious vampire.

Larissa Caramel

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Bilingual occasional writer & Escritora nas horas vagas. The Quetiapine Stories, Série Insólito e mais. insta@laracaramel

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