I wrap a porcelain tourniquet around my ribs to keep my heart from hemorrhaging. My veins are lined with one hundred thousand grains of sand. Every tiny deposit carves regret through my arteries.
I am a bastardized exercise of endurance and impatience. I choke myself into silence with my own alien integrity.
I shout confessions of lust and loneliness at the smooth and pale moon. I am wrapped roughly in rainbow ribbons of discord.
Each length of silk is shorter and sharper than the last. It doesn't take long to run out of silver lining.
10:55 p.m. - 2015-04-01
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