MicheWayne

collapse, and breathe into the carpet: sunday mornings are not for falling apart, but damn the amphorics, this is not an atmosphere. you fell in love like you always wish you didn't, made all their smiles replaceable, interchangeable, fell asleep with shadows and kept drinking, just letting yourself sleep with blue pills and tried not to scream. (keep this image in your head: fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk of realization, inspiration breaking your neck and leaving you forever floating.) breaking bones is not so different from breaking hearts - it's all about the leverage, the angle, the mode of attack (and at least it wasn't person