the churches don't have windows, but the graveyards do

[unfoldingakemi]

i feel like something has crept up on me. something black and red and sore all over. with sandpaper fingers. massaging into my temples. reaching down my throat. pulling at the bile.

52 degrees. wearing an overlarge sweater, feeling very smallandinsignificant. just like contemplating the stars.

with frozen eyes and purple lips, burning palms. musicbox music. shivers. love.
akemi