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I am kneeling into the dent I have carved into the mattress. A small grave of heat and repetition that goes nowhere.
Hours have passed, or I have passed through them?
I can't tell anymore.
I am being kept soft for something. It blooms slow and wet, coming from nowhere but devouring everything. A following wound and hands that know exactly where to go.
I am bent still, sobbing into the voids.
Jumping at the lion to see if he bites.
How long will last here? I know the answers are in front of me.
I still say my Hail Marys.
Reading this back it comes off as a sex thing but its not but if that's what you got out of it and enjoyed it good on you uhhh I'm Shelby and I'm in Kentucky and I'm really sad and i think tonight,at 12:33 am on April fools is the absolute saddest i have ever been in my life which is very very impressive.
I really do still pray to Mary despite not believing in all that stuff,,