[She's late and rolling over in her shallow grey grave.]

[a_scavenger]

I am smart and also clairvoyant. You have cut us in half and I am the one tumbling down the hill, haphazardly if I say so mystupidself. I had faith and then it was ripped from me like a Band-Aid and my skin is red and raw and itchy and I scream. This is okay, too. I love you and that is a constant, but my moods are as inconsistent and changing as winds in this vulnerable end-time. Year over, life over, love over, love never over, whatthefuckever. But I'm gone, I'm gone dead done over. Over.

I'm sorry. Over.

Not your goddamn fault. I'm the psycho. Keep both of these, I need no two-way communication devices when I have my own flabby arms to wrap around myself in the chillier evenings. Over.

And out.