empty closets

finding her words worthless she throws away all trademarks of the past. she's attempting to realize her potential as a thriving human in this great society built by her peers. she doesn't know if she can keep up; within this she doesn't know if she wants to.



her soul feels empty and words are being extended where the should not.

she's breathing in odours of pure disdain.
her lungs can't be purified and he seems okay.


thinking of him; her face becomes heated and the sheets more lived in.

plans for the future between two such as them; will undoubted end, in a poverished unwed.




love,

(" i sampled your breathing into the jam for some minutes
it was beautiful

it was love _ ")