"August" (Patreon)

Tuesday, June 13th, 2023

“August”

I remember you in August. It was the last time that we spoke. I wonder if you regret it when the loneliness takes hold. I hear you in October. My birthday was never mine. I wonder if you think of the little girl you left behind. Your insults are my religion, your resignation is my creed. Your every offense, every slur is the fabric that I bleed. The medication can't absolve me of grieving someone who hasn't died. The meetings won't relieve me of an addiction that isn't mine. Though I remember you in August, your face is always there. Mocking me, controlling me, poisoning my air.