• Hannah Flowers

i sit in the entryway from the back hall into the bathroom and chip away at the old paint from the door frame mindlessly similar to the way i imagine you chipped the soul from my body inch by inch, lovelessly i try to make sense of things as i lie on the ceiling but the world won’t stop spinning long enough for me to think and i don’t want to sleep because when i do i dream of you your skin, soft and warm hue of ivory with a peachy tint your eyes, deep and dark like the autumnal evening sky time runs backwards and still, i race against it even in the company of friendly faces i nurse my drink and fade out of view when i say that i want to go home what i mean is, i want to go to you

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the celebration

there's no celebration without mourning, and vice versa. but it feels wrong, surrounded by cheer to hold back my tears. i'll serve the cake and all, laugh together, then retreat. it is my pain to bear

With Current.

sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'll be, anywhere but home if you're not beside me. i wish i were

MissingNo.

an unexpected error in my programming an oversight, a glitch in my system a skip in my heartbeat unaccounted for, verily i built myself from the ground up structured so carefully, strong to withstand