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I cannot get rid ofthis empty feelingit's as if I tooka tablespoon in my handand hollowed myself outlike a past-ripe cantaloupeTime is like off-brand ..
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You know,I want to be normalI want to be ableto answer the phone at workwithout having to takea gargantuan breath firstand then stutteringand getting ..
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everything I look atis buzzing with atomssurfaces with leftover heatfrom the hands of otherstwitching with cellsstinging with mitesswarming with littl..
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You'd been comatose for a few days already, but you'd wake up for these random little bits of time just to yell at us, and we couldn't reall..
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When it comesI knowthat last time,it only lastedfor a few daysBut each timethat sadness hits,it doesn't feel temporaryIt does not feelas if it will go..
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I always felt this angeras if it was bubbling up insidelike a scorching pan spitting oilonto whoever it could reachI am frightened that one daysomeone..
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my jaw locks helplessly,words come out with difficulty,every joint of me trembles,my palms get slippery with sweat,the backs of my ears beat along wit..
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You made yourself at home in the sulcuses of my brainTook off your fraying sneakers withinthe hallways of my capillaries Left your clothes clumsily he..
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stuck in this emotionlike pennies in a glass jarwithout a labelandgodwould I killjust to figure outwhat it waswould I kill myselfjust to figure outwha..
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"I'm kind of... broken," you told me, irises cast down. Your long fingers reached behind to the back of your neck, and I knew you were about to scratc..
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