Sit there sifting between the possibilities that it is because of something you did or something you dreamt; something invisible, or something lent. It eats at the apple from the inside beginning with the seeds; with your guts. Gnawing and gnawing till there’s nothing but skin. You’ve got to be thin. This is one of the many unwanted feelings. It lies inside the apple at the Parasite Motel with it’s brothers, it’s torturous brothers; together always eating. Always eating from the inside. The apple’s membrane cannot block them all. The sad girl’s brain cannot block them all. All the parasites; all the negative thoughts. The wall it falls it falls it falls. 

I think it’s a problem when it’s hard for me to decide if I am trapped by it or released by it. Imprisoned by it or redeemed from it. It’s a hole that’s for sure, but I don’t know if I like falling.