dom.

I am a wound and a blade, a victim and an executioner.

     A Broken Jar

La Dispute

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I know I knocked the table over because I watched the jar break, and I’ve been trying to repair it every single stupid day. But won’t the cracks still show no matter how well it’s assembled? Can I ever just decide to let it die and let you go?

All my motives and every single narrative below reflects that moment when it broke and will I never let it go, no matter what?

Now I am throwing all the shards away, discarding every fragment, and fumbling uncertain towards a curtain call that no one wants to happen, that no ones going to clap for at all...