( & ) forgive me, father / for i have sinned. / forgive me, father / for i will sin again. / forgive me, father / for these eyes that love the shadows more than the sun / for these eyes that long to see a star or two or million crumble from the sky / in the hopes that maybe in the void they leave behind / I WILL FIND A HOME AGAIN / forgive me, father / for these hands that do not know how to hold something precious / without shattering it to dust in my wrought iron fingers / without burning it to smoke and ash with the hellfire in my veins / without shredding it to bleed out over my serrated-edge nails / without strangling the life out of its trembling core / in the hopes that maybe in the pieces of the aftermath:

i’ve had too much cold medicine for this kind of thing oh lord