i woke up
my sheets were
laced like spider webs
between my shin bones
i could see my breath
like the fog on the
road behind my house
the sky was
paler than my skin
and rain kissed
the window panes
like everything it had ever lost had come back to it.
it is friday
and i am having withdrawals
from lazy sundays
in room 308
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
i woke up
my sheets were
laced like spider webs
between my shin bones
i could see my breath
like the fog on the
road behind my house
the sky was
paler than my skin
and rain kissed
the window panes
like everything it had ever lost had come back to it.
it is friday
and i am having withdrawals
from lazy sundays
in room 308
2/365 even though it's technically January 3rd
i'm such a failure
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