Yes, I am this broken.

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did you not see my eyes turn grey?

Dear November,

I see your lips glisten. I feel you baying for blood, as has been your wont. Which limb will you begin with?

A.

dulwich college. scarring myself with letters ripped in blue biro. allessandra timmerman. boston university. staying home that sunday night. giving away chapters of my life in exchange for softness and warmth. running down to the green man after the collision of two worlds. 18 october 2002. leaving behind the paper promises i made on rapa nui. ( Read more... )

two years of counting splinters and measuring shards

des·per·a·tion (dsp-rshn)
n.
1. Praying to be taken down by friendly fire.

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i am not audacious enough to hope, not yet ( Read more... )

lived by the blade.
dying by the blade.
Here.
Now.
daily

cutbycut, up to a thousand. count them.

numb.
and blind.
the only way to count
is by sound.