Severely multi-layered, like a human being constantly dipped in cold water. Skin slowly starts peeling off, revealing a dark pink rawness one usually associates with new born babies. This kind of nascent ugliness puts your mind to rest. Rest in peace, young child. As you start growing more fingernails, your dissociation will begin. It won't stop for as long your brain ticks and skips. Hello silence, welcome silence. What started as a breadcrumb is a loaf. Whoever thought of paucity of feelings? A term coined by the hardened of the world. But then, you are bound to be. You can't keep flailing your arms, waiting to be rescued. You need to be your rubber boat, please to fill with air and float when needed. You don't need benzedrine anymore to fill reams and reams of plain manuscript, roll yourself in it and be mummified.
You scorn me, I'll scorn you right back. It's a war. It always was. None of us can change that.
Why do you never fade? When we scramble for a happy place, I run back to a child we'll never give birth to. It died, like he did.
You scorn me, I'll scorn you right back. It's a war. It always was. None of us can change that.
Why do you never fade? When we scramble for a happy place, I run back to a child we'll never give birth to. It died, like he did.
