she rises on my wrist with ease, as smoothly as silk. she is the enemy i can rely on. she is my mother and my daughter. i give birth to these wounds. i love her too much to let go, but hate her so much it makes me naucious. so instead i recycle her. i try to be rid of her (try so fucking hard) but she always comes back. i always find a use for her. i can always make space for her in my life. on my wrist. i hate her. i love her. i need her. i HATE her. i will never be free of her