mock me not! Murderous murmurs forsake my lips convulse a fib, I deceive.

i fell on the ground without the satisfaction of a thud, and I had already fallen, swollen, but it felt like I was still falling super slow and into the earth,

you're gonna have such a weird day because you swallowed a cat by the name of Sob, and he was orange.

I'm all messed up my senses are sharing secrets colors talk

who says I had to forgive to set myself free? no, hold your tongue. don't force an "alright".

don't listen to anyone but yourself. did you hear what i just said? will you keep reading if i repeat the phrase?

i only had what i never did after i lost it to lose is to find and don't you see? the divine nature of my love for you is why I cannot look you in the eye because its unbearable and takes an amount of courage that sometimes i cannot muster up and i would always ask why, with a question mark, until i came to know my mother after she closed her eyes and so i go why! and i laugh and i cry and i laugh and i cry because it hurts to love and it's always been easier to lie to sleep as down i lie

a fire by my head, which burn? which burn?

my friends like their bones their edges and the holes that's why they run in the morning, and look at each other's pretty little skins they hold their abdomen and giggle while moving their salad with a fork, but never actually eating it my friends like the cold, a spine that's wounded, I'm told from doing crunches at eleven, having dinner at 12, and running between the night and the day my friends are not hurt in bone my friends like to eat alone they are perfect, and sharp. a beautiful waist must be shown in post. when people see it, they are not happy, but they like it anyway. when she posts it, she is not carefree, but she must post it. we give our humble approval of a concave waist with loving force. none of us are happy, but it is our duty to like it. and like we do. neither is she, but she has an image to uphold. and post she does.