breach

yeah, fragile. fragile like whisper cracks in windows, spidery and small. fragile like fat concrete walls of those busted-up levees. my jaw creaks and aches and i think i must be grinding my teeth at night again. i never used to sleep so soundly as this. it's a new kind of vanishing. i'm a sneak peeking through spyholes. you are painting portraits of the obscene. we can't recall, we can't recall, we can't resummon those selves we miss.

these stammering sketches, outlines incomplete, are the closest it gets sometimes.

sadness is another form of slow poison, or, maybe, poison is another slow form of sadness. i'm just waiting for someone to come running at me, arms open wide enough to contain all this flood.