08.15.03::09:21

howe

my mailbox bit me last night; bleeding marks up &;down my arm &;up &;down my neck, exactly the way that it was supposed to be.

&;maybe i;m just numb but seeing yr writing made futilities come flying crying back until i;m no more blacknailed &;innocent than scraping my skin with razorblades and pretty blackcat bandaids.

two years is a long time to forget &;i;m still trying to sleep away brownhair nightmares. you so pretty with slanted eyes, &;me so fauxjaded.

you;ve bitten me again &;all i need to do is return the sting. prickly starrs have never felt so good.


necromancy. or the fucking grave