"I want to know your fears, from your feet to the back of your ears
|~ [Again, I’m stuck on…] -Say Anything|
Something is very wrong.
I blamed the hormones for coursing my blood faster and faster and lining my arteries with sparks. I blamed my heart for refusing to stop beating. I blamed my family for fucking and for placing the vodka within my genes—my hands. I blamed my friends for scuttling away into darkness to find their own lights and games. I smashed my heart with my fist; and ate the pieces. And like a light going out, I sat down in blood.
And like a light going out,
I laid down and forgot to breathe.