Not Today

1am.

Wake up low.

Suck down juice box on nightstand.

Not enough.

Stumble downstairs.

37. Still.

Drink.

Eat.

Wait for the cold sweat to dry.

For the fog to lift.

Fuck you, diabetes.

You’re not taking me today.

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