Caution

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I’m glass. Touch me and I’ll shatter. If only I could soak in a tub of rose-scented water, the air thick with vapour and heady as I drift into a dangerous sleep. If only I could walk with a smile on my lips, if only the brightness of my eyes returned. I’m meat, a battlefield of amino acids and carbohydrates. Let me go, release me from your slow death, your white sores, your poisons, your tyranny. My body is my own, give it back. I’m drained, exhausted, crashing into depression as my blood sugar runs dangerously low. It’s only been three days but it feels like a lifetime already. My body craves sugar, I get chills for no reason, goosebumps prickle my arms involuntarily. It’s called cold turkey, but it feels like dying.

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