Conquered, reaped, made barren.
My hands were stained gray. I clapped them together, brushing him from me.
We will all join into the stew of life.
i was tired of fighting
un truc plus dans mon sac en papier.
LO! WAS THE GALA NIGHT
She was always underwhelmed by me.
I grab my own wrist reflexively. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m stupid, but fine. Everything will be okay.
i salivate, a dog waiting for rage to ring again.
This is the passing of time. Not in seconds but between extremes.