i am being annihilated
my chest, breastbone, is aching and aching
i have opened the window, left the door open and the light above the mirror on. i have lit the white candle i was gifted when i moved in, and i am feeling slight
i am indiscreet in ways i cannot help. which shows that i care, except that i am beyond caring
i cross my arms at the wrist and whisper obscenities to you when i am alone, later i press my fingernails against my mouth and want to share this
my mind feels empty and enormous