friday machinery
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
the routine is so established now that I could probably execute it during a fire drill. #
School. Home. Books. Tea. Four biscuits. Shower. Hair. Music. Blue. Yuri. Out.
Except today Mom’s Angel was sitting on the bathroom shelf and I used it without even pretending it was accidental. She caught me.
`”Alice.”`
`”What?”`
`”That’s mine.”`
`”I know.”`
`”You have perfume.”`
`”I know.”`
Long silence.
I used it anyway.
This is the sort of rebellion nobody writes songs about.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.