do you want to just drop down dead in a system that ‘s broken? his tone was flat and forward [ the sound of someone who had just flat lined with no regrets]
she stared at the flower she had just sprayed grey [ she peered at it closely and wondered at a structural level if it was dying, recoiling and swearing at her or in a panicky state of toxic preservation]
you going to answer?
don’t pull my hair she muttered
stop staring at the sky then…it’s not going to help you. the ground isn’t either or the buildings or the glass, nothing that is solid
everything hurts she breathed pressing her spine into the wall [ rolling around in poppy seeds and splinters]
everything hurts because it does not like you
Photo: updated prison weapon smuggling, 2015, cake, razor, photoshop [saturation,balance B&W]