What are these emotions? woolen sweaters that smell of moth *****
Do you know how moth ***** smell? the reek of self-pity indulgence shame an aroma so strong everyone can smell it radiating from me
Do you know how the wool scratches? wrapped around my insides their hot embrace itching without cease an intensity growing until it burns if I could see the irritation those ugly red raised bumps I would see hundreds covering every inch these sweaters touch
Why is it so hot in here? I’M BURNING oh because I’m wearing so many sweaters a salmon sweater a teal sweater a lavender, marigold, and beige sweater so many sweaters I can’t count colors all horribly ugly covering up the pure black inside if I could just see it untainted it would be beautiful black so deep and endless to lose myself inside of I WANT to lose myself inside of it
these ******* sweaters
Why don’t I just take them off? a lovely black box right over there small takes up such little space YES take them all off cram them into this too small box shove them in fast FASTER now wrinkled and a little damaged not that I care
Why should I care? wait I don’t I don’t care much about anything anymore and it’s lovely