4 hit the floor
What a shitty day. Woke up to words shaped like a grimace. Cried and threw things around. Absent-minded going back and forth forgot then forgot then forgot again, made me sweaty. Lost TWO packs of cigarettes. Kept fucking up in the darkroom. Sick.
Digging through the strata. Which means finding ways to remember what I'd rather forget. The bottom layer contains the oldest trinkets and sentiments and trash. Pressing dirty old broken things against my chest. Just roll me over and push me into the wall. When it's over I think of someone else fondly, WHICH IS SO FUCKING WEIRD, I think as I walk to the diner with my bra in my back pocket and my bare arms sucking in sunlight.
Digging through the strata. Which means finding ways to remember what I'd rather forget. The bottom layer contains the oldest trinkets and sentiments and trash. Pressing dirty old broken things against my chest. Just roll me over and push me into the wall. When it's over I think of someone else fondly, WHICH IS SO FUCKING WEIRD, I think as I walk to the diner with my bra in my back pocket and my bare arms sucking in sunlight.