Some people get lonely at college, but I never really feel alone. I have these critical parental voices that always keep me company and point out my mistakes.
into a million pieces sides are splintered jagged reflections sharp and brittle the coldest winter whittles down the sun walking on broken glass the man's hands around the bat see the wreckage of a woman crashed weeping ice stalagmites trapped reading her the last rites over spilled perfume sweeping the pieces up with an electrostatic broom you missed a crystal chip the cherry candy lips drips droplets of her blood in the room you made love