interregno

“I am lost, so fucking lost in this mess of a woman.” (A)

torn mental images of a memory book bitch
always writing another end of the film
mistaking pleasure for rain
she just gave in and win
the right to run
and not to give a fuck

What I sometimes mistake for ecstacy is simply the absence of grief.
(Sarah Kane)

 


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