Your spine is the shade of ivory. It holds you askew under the weight of expectations. Your unclean exhaustion shows in your surrender to me.
A day at a time, you let me explore your wiring. Beneath your shoulder blades, and under your ribs. I rewrite your hardware with soft soldering strokes. The day will come soon where I will cut your frayed strings with a twitch of your switch. A fickle flip of my finger and you'll collapse like the doll I've programmed you to be.
9:30 p.m. - 2015-10-29
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