#agentmonet

" you have any ideas on this thing? " she expects her voice to crack from disuse / for a puff of dust to emerge from column of her throat, so long it's been since she's last uttered a word. elbows are sore from where she's leaned against the hard wood table but she keeps them there are she rubs at eyes with both hands, pressing so hard she sees stars exploding beneath her lids in bursts of white && yellow. " i studied art, not whatever this is. "