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[thetapehiss]

we are the night. we creep out from the cracks of the sewer grates, from the holes in the screens on the back doors of the nightclubs; we run from the yells of the clinking glasses and the crashing of the voices against one another. we are at least clean, if not pure. we wear brown shoes that don't ever change color; we run barefoot through the city. there are shards inside of us, tiny pieces of people we used to know or places we used to live. we do far too many drugs, because they make us feel normal. we lay down on the beach until we are just sand, and the water comes closer, threatening to separate us or press us into the ground. sometimes our eyes light up with ideas, or sometimes they'll burn with such passion and hatred that people walk away. we used to draw people in, with our smooth voices and distinctive tone; now, people walk away, they go to drown in their own monotonous habits. we sit in circles in the dark and make noises, let them mesh together, and watch ourselves from above, sober and disapproving. we make promises and keep them; we make promises and break them. we are often broken. we wake up in the mornings and stumble into the village to learn about numbers and figures and matters that don't matter. we blame plenty of things on the government, on society, on any scapegoat but ourselves.
and all the while, the shards inside of us are screaming, begging for us to return, pleading for our wounds to heal over, so that they can be sealed inside of us forever. we won't let our wounds heal. we will bite at them and rip them apart until we are hollow.