taste tongues with eyelids, keep everything closed and cloaked, force your temple underneath the blankets and pretend that none of it ever happened so that i can pretend it’ll all be okay.
let’s sip strong drinks through straws and think about dependency not as any sort of affliction but more as a certain condition which manifests itself in times of excess or necessity due to the fact that people are nothing more and nothing less than people which causes them, almost inherently, to desire something, anything really, to paste up the cracks in their metaphysical walls, fill their eyes with glitter, and, ultimately maybe feel a little less suicidal
i just want everyone i know to try and understand something
ways out of boxes involve boxcutters and toothaches.
shake me down, frisk me, remove everything i have that could pose a possible threat to myself or others in the room, sterilize my hostility with floral phrases, let what is left of me crawl into a cave, let the better parts of me shield themselves with darkness