someone left bread and cheese outside my door again. didn't knock, just left it there like I'm some kind of feral animal they're trying to coax back to civilization. the worst part is it worked. I ate it. sat on the floor in the hallway and ate their pity bread because I hadn't eaten in I don't know how long and my hands were shaking. now I'm thinking about how they knew I wouldn't answer if they knocked. how they've figured out the exact protocol for feeding something that won't let itself be helped. I should feel grateful but mostly I just feel seen in a way that makes my skin crawl.
