Oct 28, 2015
“I wonder
if what I did was right. Better to claw away at our remains until the bone was charred by the wildfire spreading from the matchbox I hid in my pocket? Or maybe it was okay to pull the sheets over my head over my neck and wrench out all the disrespect from the veins and the arteries from the blood carelessly polluted with thoughts of you.”
Original post by @conmierdaytodo