every sooften, a day will wash over leaving me
a little paler, a little thin ner
for the most part I crush it like a can and bury it in my chest,
pretend it's a necklace, wear a face to match
I'll take breaths so deep, but my chest won't move
up or down, some days
I cut it into pieces, dangle it from the ceiling and watch it glint in the
sunlight, some days
I pull it over my head like a blanket, and keep the dayshine
at bay, leave my limbs pale a little longer
somedays
it's almost a comfort
some days, It's almost as if
I breathe it as it
breathes me and
the wind we create together carries us
in it's length across
the valleys of our
small universe
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
every sooften, a day will wash over leaving me
a little paler, a little thin ner
for the most part I crush it like a can and bury it in my chest,
pretend it's a necklace, wear a face to match
I'll take breaths so deep, but my chest won't move
up or down, some days
I cut it into pieces, dangle it from the ceiling and watch it glint in the
sunlight, some days
I pull it over my head like a blanket, and keep the dayshine
at bay, leave my limbs pale a little longer
somedays
it's almost a comfort
some days, It's almost as if
I breathe it as it
breathes me and
the wind we create together carries us
in it's length across
the valleys of our
small universe
Constant Headache - Joyce Manor
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