Orwellian (my battle with depression, dysmorphia, anxiety, body image, eating disorder, perfectionism, and the ongoing back-and-forth with oblivion)
Cristian Leonardo
Posted on November 13, 2019
may my last words be half-slurred and cathartic so & so’s favorite blue jeans stained with tear drops & saliva head cradled in their lap, eyes barely widened my interventions’ HQ will be besmirched within silence my shoulder blades girth played role of a harbinger the bonier they got; the more i wished i was a skeleton malnourished, malevolent, maladjusted malaise talking in malformed metaphors to try and explain that there’s a concession of an all-dead jury saying my name prosecutor in a straitjacket who thinks I’m insane reading taped push signs over doors tailored to pull judges with mallets in the same shape of my skull my past lives failed me. pantomime in his glass house flailing glass eyed, no boundaries. highly contagious…