That-Feeling

life slouches against the door [i think i can hear it crying] sickly grins lick my lips; rub the undersides of scream-sore throats stained with the sweetest sort of bruise every nerve-- a soft atrium flow; cutting capillaries screams all my own swallowed in cotton lungs pressure in my skull fire in my veins holding the skin i had clinging tighter to fragility and i just can't find the strength to cry anymore the night stretches on for months red. red. black. i shake like a leaf