Extortion is the name of my butterfly knife. Coated with oxide rust. I'm sick to the gills from the infection of tiny cuts across my hands and knuckles. Handle and blade are thicker than the long tooth of a lone wolf. A self trained skill that looks better on paper than in practice. It keeps me safe from concern and charitability. My wrists are exhausted from raising this barrier. My empathy could use a break, too.
10:10 p.m. - 2015-09-08
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