Jan 22, 2016
it's your muffled scream while i hold the plastic bag over your head. it's my mother's voice shouting down the stairs that it could kill you, please be careful, that isn't funny. it's a little bit funny in the way that a sharp knife is funny, after it's been extracted from someone's chest, in the way crab-apples drop from trees and are stepped on and run over, and they just reek and reek and reek until the seasons change. it's dusk and the walls are tinted from the sinking sun and you're still screaming like she's the only one who can save you. look at me. look. i'm the one with the hands around your neck.
suffocate // j.d.k.