I don't care if it's not technically until next sunset, the world is cracked open if you look at it right.
I don't know how to talk anymore. I don't know how to talk anymore. I don't know how to talk anymore.
Round, round, round.
The air is screaming, the trees are keening, and I can hear, I can hear, I can hear...
Hooves.
Click, click.
I want, I want...
((Please don't, please don't, don't make me send it.))
I have some special drugs I've been saving.
For coping? For enjoying?
I don't know.
I need a drink.
I am so alone.
...
And it stopped. The world stopped.
3am is a terrible time.
Breath held. Hold. Hold brothers, hold...
Hold until the crack.
Still.
I cannot get it out of my head.
Why does it matter?
Stop mattering.
Just.
Stop.
Red.
I have tree branches for fingers.
Grab and rend.
Stay put!
Fuck you, fuck you, just... just...
Stay.
Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter.
Move on.
"No breakfast had she many a morn
No dinner many a noon
And 'stead of supper she would stare
Full hard against the moon"
Cannibal.
Be content.
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
Dance with ghosts. Walk through walls.
Scream and scream and scream.
Good day, care for tea?
Fingerprint cookies and knuckle bones.
Curtsy for your absent lover.
Dream of a dream of a nightmare.
(Meta meta meta)
And spin. |
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