Monday, August 16, 2010

stuck on repeat




every time i think of that conversation, my ribs break, one by one, to the marrow underneath.

every time. shards of smooth ivory armor drifting down lazy rivers in veins. miniature spurs that stick in my muscles, chip into precious, pulsating organs.

you have made it harder for me to breathe, which confuses the shit out of me because so long ago it was you who taught me how... well. we all get things twisted sometimes, i guess.

what webs we do weave, eh?


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