transcessive scabs


Cut paper with your tounge. Don’t look back. Repeat. Again. Turn to your right. Repeat. Again. Turn to your left. Start over. Shed layers. The slices of time. Fragments of yourself. Go for it. Take them off. Every single one of them. You won’t need them anymore. Litter your past. The air is sharp. It hurts to breathe. Cut it up. Suck it in. Spit it out. Walk away.

3 Responses to “transcessive scabs”

  1. gates ballard Says:

    Your alpenglow is quite dark, oh my gothic vixen..

  2. gates ballard Says:

    dark lord

  3. !.uc Says:

    I like the shadowness - it looks like you might step into the light …

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