darkprincess131998

like taking off clothes or scratching the faces out of photographs the fluorescent ache of appointments blurred glasses the cracks you scrub through the backs of your hands hiding clocks hiding under covers until 4 p.m. sitting in the kitchen waiting for sunrise laptop light fingers shaking like mercury you pour your hand through the mirror trying to grasp yourself like your back against pavement as the moon shakes in the sky like blood on your lips catching shadows move under your skin hot knives in your chest passing out in the waiting room touching wood touching metal touching hands together to make sure you're still here the need