earrings

sitting there, staring at me, the hooks might as well be in my eyes.

and my mind wonders. my heart slows down for a second as the sickness in my gut does it's periodic swirl, then speeds up fast enough to catch up to all the thoughts now flooding in.

fuck being broken, fuck the bastards that break you, those that stain you with their words and their touch, their evil and their lies, so much so their smell is burnt into your nostrils - like brimstone - and no matter how many years pass all you have to do is look down and see the parts of you strewn about the floor, most missing altogether. not only did they poison your past, they poison your future. they fucked you, and they fucked you good.

no amount of counsel can repair it, no amount of reason can overcome it, the only thing that can even come close is to see them suffer, see them suffer and laugh, bathe yourself in their misery the way they drowned you in yours. you all deserve to die.

heh, I might even deserve it myself.

Justin | 12:00 AM