I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark and all the friends that I was telling all the placeful misspellings and every bite I gave that left a mark
and tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn't want to fade but they did and so did I that day
“You were hurt,” Kumiko said, looking at the scar. Sally looked down. “Yeah.” “Why don’t you have it removed?” “Sometimes it’s good to remember.” “Being hurt?” “Being stupid.”
It's gotten to the point where I don't even try to unslouch my allegedly thigh high boots anymore. They hit below the knee when I walk. Or stand. Or anything. Skinny legs.
what now kid? which way love? will we ever make up and be friends? good news is my shoes is lined with all my nickels and my tens let's do that just feed me i hate when i have to get to sleep you despise me and i love you it's not much but it's just enough to keep
land of foam by yefremov a fluffy white bathrobe square shelves coloured pencils a reason to wear my new socks a manicure to find my black skirt that has been missing since july 23rd more haribo fizzy cola the mushroom appetizer from salvatore