pheremeral

no makeup and here i can type all the words i want to type ears hurt on the inside did i clean them too well? this time it's too strong maybe the numbness made it easy to do

pants fall down not mine

cow print stool perched stamps on hands

tiny flora collapsing

fake nails click click click letters forming words

clever

naughty stop this mindlessness

what is he doing this time? out of my control ignore it no business of mine

stood up hidden

nothing but a shirt and underwear in front of the whole damn crowd this time

stop whispering in that girl's ear she's mine not yours you're mine not hers

it's time for fleetwood mac

i'm not stevie tonight no sleeves just jeans

ears itch like the alone edges of seventeen

why is he gone i ponder again i forget to think about important things sometimes

like a bell in the night no bells heard here it's click lick nails sometimes a shiver

i think i have to find you now

i think i'll go even though it's this song

thump floor not enough need more

hands unfurling and this is the one where we think