Selected Works of Alexandra Lopez Iglesias

FAT CELLS

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Day Zero. Fat Cells. Concrete. Water.

Baseline. Emptiness. Void. Full.

March 4th, 2012. Sunday.

I WAS DONE.

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So began my journey... this couldn't possibly be it. There was physical discomfort and

MENTAL TORTURE. Night Sweats. Chills. Rage.

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More emptiness.

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I've heard of others refer to this insidious drug as being KICKED TO DEATH BY A BUNNY.

 

Yes. A bunny.

 

This particular "rock bottom" is soft.

So you keep digging and digging.

At some point I turned to look up to see if I was almost "there" and I could barely see any light from the bottom of the pit.

 

Somehow, I was finally pulled out.

By something?

By others? How? I HATED OTHERS.

But there I was, blinded by the light, my whole body adjusting to the sudden glare.

APERTURES.

Every cell in my body squinting.

MY MIND SCREAMING.

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I walked along the edge. The ecosystem revealing its beauty to me in glimpses that I could not fully ignore,

WHICH I BOTH LOVED AND HATED.

Although I'm quite certain I was not capable of feeling love just then.

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The concrete alive under my feet in its ebb and flow, graceful dance of

EXPANSION AND CONTRACTION.

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