I had a dream last night that my first love and former best friend, called me and asked me to meet him. He drove me to see his ex. She then attacked me. I yelled for him to defend me. He said no, he wouldn’t help, and that he had decided to go back to […]
all of your labor your red eyes searing back cut fingers all the time spent the missed chances strained voice throbbing head they all sit before you heavy and fading sticky and dripping on the desk next to an empty orange juice bottle.