Chicken Shit Nervous Breakdown

TW: suicidal ideation, disordered eating, domestic violence, drug use, opiate overdose

The original bones of this prose poem essay were going to be a suicide note. I decided to stay, and as I played with it, it became much more expansive than it initially was. It surprised me.

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I asked the man to “just take me home.” I told him he was scaring me. He said I was wrong and that he was not, in fact, scaring me.

I slept alone again in my filthy,…