Frustration sprouting under cracked fingernails. Thumbing through an infinity of sepia pictures in an endless sock drawer. Thumb permanently stained that specific shade of nostalgia. Chasing skirts made of pixels. Civilization reduced to a fancy game of children's dress-up. The rules; arbitrary, and written into pheromones and bad decisions. Clutching at black smudges on the edges of a fulfilling life. The handprints of the father tattooed too deep. A garrote of DNA strands. Trying to learn to breathe between the plastic plates of shatterproof glass.
11:02 p.m. - 2018-11-05
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