#garbage lmao

how do you kill the unkillable? an oil spill. a black mark on the palm of my family's name. bleach the color from her eyes, the sun from her hair -- still she sings on, and i am helpless but to follow.

and oh, what a song it is.

i have never been good at losing myself in a crowd: too prone to teeth and tears and falling short with every lurch towards grace.

too prone to violence despite my size, and softness when it doesn't suit. every paper cut a gut wound, every smile a cobra waiting sweetly to strike.

still i let them swallow me and forget my name

i've had... three, four thousand. each dying another pint of blood from my aching veins.

did you want to stay?

never. never. but i wanted her to love me, and often that was the same.

the house catches fire and i flee, hand in hand with the woman who built it. ruined it. set it alight.

they are also the same, after a while.

she is carving matches just to watch them burn.