I’m most dangerous when I’m hungry. I’m most hungry when I’m hurting. Seems like I’m always hurting. Nothing but teeth. Nothing but the same words calling out to me in my sleep. Grief asking its ghosts not to leave. Please. It’s not up to me when I get to stop crying. Or hurting. Or holding memories in my mouth, gentle as bees I promised not to eat, but oh, the hurt is so sweet.


[icon]https://i.imgur.com/d51Tjtf.png[/icon][lz]You are laying beside me and my hand is splayed like a starfish across your chest. I can feel the ocean in my fingertips.[/lz]