tearing timorousness…
raining. outside of my ordinary window. i sent you sealed envelope confessions. wrapped in blankets of cause. i wanted to give you everything. to make you better. you say you hate it all. you would rather not talk about being. sick with history, poison shot through your veins. toxic routines to withdraw. ways to achieve. nothing is your center of safety; a two hour fix. you cannot speak. i keep asking. because i want to put my pain in your...