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in the back of my mind. on the back of my hand. in the back of everything, in the back of everyone, is the pull of severity. the pull that l..

Dear Kid, we're troubled and difficult to please. she's so pretty in her corner-chair, staring out at the grey swirls of nothingness. withered hand..

general malaise has to be the sickest feeling ever. give me the stomache flu anyday. i take things breath by breath and then minute by minute ..

i fell under your weight once. fell into your dismal nothingness. i was infected. your nasty self-serving habits. coffee tables covered in y..

a person doesn't need to be right, they just need to be there. breathing the same air, the kind that makes your chest cold and your throat itch..

21 and so much i needed. he and i... we sat on the edge of the wooden boards, the houses around us had turned in for the night. our feet d..

it's the blue light and the dark night there was a pencil held firmly in my fingers. and the wood kept banging up against the white gold. i kep..

i'm slowly piecing this together, it's fragile where i step. the sunset hits my eyes through the window as we're settling i'm hoping the light w..