lift me up, my soul's so hollow (you can make me scream eternally.)

[phoenix_moth]

In the early morning I am completely vulnerable, having just wakened from sleep; I am tender, unprepared, unfocused.
An easy target for the memories, wide open to receive in full what the shock keeps me from feeling later.
So it is , as the sky sprawls in sleepy pale rose like babies' mouths and the blue of the questioner, that I am broken open in

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[1_2_suckerpunch]

I'm not bleeding, this is a subdural hematoma on the walls of myself that can't break, a great long ridged blossoming nonbruise un-wound.

This line, holy shit.

biology and heartbreak.

[phoenix_moth]

Funny the particular things that intertwine in my head at certain times, don't you think?