Resisted as long as I could.
I was fourteen. It was time.
"War." I stopped brushing my hair.
silence can be a deadly killer.
Strong urges to escape this quiet.
Lesions filled with booze at night.
Just another something you never knew.
All the wine glasses were dirty.
Problems turning like wheels in sand.
Completely smooth, like a babies butt.
the lamp exploded. you just laughed.