Category: Rooms
Rooms I still visit, even when I shouldn’t. Some leave marks, some just smoke indoors. I am familiar with every tobacco brand that stains my curtains.
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They’re All Asleep Inside Me
READ MORE: They’re All Asleep Inside MeWritten out of the weight I never got to name, dissociating. ╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ It feels like I’ve been carrying every version of myself, folded into my own organs, quiet and still, as if breathing too loud might wake them. There’s a little girl under my ribs. She holds her breath…