i. you’ve lived past too many terrors, i’m afraid. airtight lungs && terrible things leave you choking. quietly, of course. very quietly. you cannot stand the thought of anyone else knowing that you are disintegrating though the small cracks in your bones.
ii. you were not then, you were not before. you are now. you are here. you exist in an empty plane. && darling, you are so terribly lonely.
iii. listen. do you hear ?? echoes that beat in your head, rhythmic screams && sudden pauses. you take comfort in those brief silences because then, you can close your eyes && hope for sleep. but those echoes, those goddamn echoes, they keep you awake, yet you suffer through the nightmares.
iv. you remember in glimpses : names. objects. places. me.
v. they’ve broken you. took you apart. taped back the pieces && called you brand new. this is who you are, they said. this is what you did.
vi. but you didn’t do it.
