Winning by Elsie Ramsey

When a sharp hit of pain comes over me, I no longer…

Open the wine

Get in bed

Wrap myself in the cloak of self pity even though it’s chilly out here

Mentally watch a reel of past failures in the dark makeshift cinema of my apartment

Write my future as a novel with tragic undertones

And in these absences I find my underdog victory, which is the sweetest kind.

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