A text to Danny
Sometimes I catch myself picturing myself dying in some undramatic, quiet fashion but then I feel numb and slightly unmoved by it. Like I got outta the car at a gas station and pictured myself sitting on a rail, losing my balance, and then gently breaking my neck as I fall backwards. It just kinda makes a soft snapping sound and I'm instantly dead. But my skirt has raised up and my underwear is exposed and no one has time to pity me right away as they realize I'm dead. White, pale thighs burning in the sun anyways.