She wanted to love her
but didn’t know how.
The static in her head was too loud,
crowded commotion that could ***** open her cranium countless times,
but when the clocks count soundless in your mind,
What’s the difference?
The clocks turn carnivorous,
and break down the barriers you bound around them,
destroying your defenses and leaving you defenseless as they detonate the little love you keep for yourself.
Then, there’s nothing left.
Ok but, I love this so much??? And imma kinda be upset if this gets less attention that the ones on my page I don’t like as much