babe, it got away from me, it got away from me

I'm not good for much this week. I realized it was a bad anniversary from all that November incident two years back, but too late to make anything of it in the way of self-preservation or learning from anything. No tidy lessons for me this time around. I've felt very unable to articulate in my usual way. Very blank. I thought myself right out and now I am composed of simply physical things: cold hands, a ripped fingertip from a metal edge, my too long legs tangled up under me, tired eyes.