Day 9... 10.51pm, it's headache central

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and so we begin to spread apart like her legs under my weight,
pulses tripping over the nerves as they rush up her thigh

I know this is my fault so I let you throw your tea in my face-
it stings horribly, but your face has that look that says:
'say one word, say one fucking word and I'll snap your legs
like the shell of a beetle'


so I don't say a word. In my silence, I am afraid
you will hear the rustling of all the love letters
whispering in my pocket.