December 15, 2002

  • if the bond begins to chafe

    i must type quickly, no time for eloquence. just another abstract rambling. the bonds of kinship have become raw and strained, sticky and red, much like residue of duct tape ripped off the skin. what once left me happy now brings me to tightening my jaw until i hear it creaking. a bitter smile through clenched teeth is me becoming repulsive.
    you're losing it, friend. the band of the hand is broken. let it go.

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