this morning #63.

this morning, she got up off the mattress much too quickly & was instantly overcome with a lightheaded rush that sent her flopping back down, smacking her head on the wall as she dropped. when she came to however many moments later, the bruise & the blood & the throbbing had taken over. through tear-filled eyes, she hugged the wall & slowly sobbed her way to the bathroom to let the mirror tell the true story…& tell it did. it reported that this morning’s events had given birth to a good ol’ fashioned, blood-covered welt. it contrasted nicely with her washed-out skin in the fluorescent light. she fainted again.