22:90 There’s disease in your mouth, too much filth has resided there. It has corroded away sturdy foundations that now wobble and wait to crumble. But perhaps it can be saved. Cleanse, purify, rinse and repeat, forego all deceptively tasteful treats that hide decay within. Listen to our treatment or we’ll throw up our handsContinue reading “22:90”
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22:89
22:89 Rehydrate my shell every three days so I can continue avoiding, a master of hiding. A hiss is my warning, an empty threat, because I’d never leave the comfort of my home to enact it. My lack of presence is a worry, and so this way, I know, you will actually be thinking ofContinue reading “22:89”
22:88
22:88 How old are you, exactly? Narrow it down in years, months, weeks, seconds. Let me pinpoint the exact expectations it entails; your maturity, position, views and pre-determined path. Anything that strays will be tutted and judged. Tick-tock, dearie, tick-tock.
22:87
22:87 The party began when death befell them. The sweet release from flesh lifted away all responsibilities and their souls grew intoxicated with freedom, mimicking the memory of emotions as they proposed a toast and congratulated themselves in finally escaping life.
22:86
22:86 You take away the full stops and commas needed to make sense of myself a jumbled run-on sentence is all that remains with no hint of when to pause when to breathe when the end will arrive
22:85
22:85 It resides in you, and can’t exist outside. No matter how it feels, it will never be bigger than you, it should never win.
22:84
22:84 Plan your free days with me as an absent aspect, while smiling a content smile. Proclaim you miss me when we spend time apart, but no longer are plans together considered a priority, a necessity. Replying to messages has no guarantee, and no explanation. Perhaps one day I’ll come home and you will beContinue reading “22:84”
22:83
22:83 I saw it fly from your pocket, but dive towards the ground, its wings breaking before they’d ever know the full potential they could bring.
22:82
22:82 Risen high above the others but hollow and full of air. Only a few delicate strands hold you together, ready to crumble under the slightest breeze.
22:81
22:81 Pull my lips from my teeth and examine the inside. Did they gnaw away at the inner flesh with unknown worry or did they remain pristine? What do hidden parts highlight about my soul to those who finally see such things? Does it even matter?
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