What Fun Life Was

the bed at night is a life raft in the ocean of the dark. i hang my hands over the sides, pray to god knows what. drifting somewhere in the black air, feeling only the blanket and the weight of the mattress. the mistress of the sheets. too many succe

You cut your head on the bedside table. Your temple bled as you were unable to remember The lines of what you were reading About someone deciding to quit speaking. What i was just reading About someone deciding to quit speaking Began to dissolve into