there's not enough time in the day to gather up those crumbled thoughts and take a closer look. her fingers are shredded and throbbing from all this digging, and that dirt will not wash away from her fingernails.

and she is weary.

sliding backwards into herself, she whispers those things you'll never hear. this moment never lasts as long as the next one. or is this the last one? and she's not moving. pulled forward, legs severed, she can't stop looking back.

she's so wrong about how right she might be. so right about how wrong she probably is.

fucking mondays. my apologies.

audio: rainer maria - ears ring

# posted by aja @ 4:25 PM