Poured myself off of the metro with a case of motion sickness, died a thousand times while watching the tail lights fade into crickets hissing static over attics scattering more light pollution – dreamt of grabbing people coffees, heavy doors that lead to rooms where I had never been before.

Poured myself a rather stiff one, two days later – fresh prescription I was filling as the ink had barely finished drying. Sigh.


~ by perfectionatrix on March 7, 2017.

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