we all need to learn how to swim.

oh my darling, hold your head up…

everywhere i walk, there’s the sound of glass breaking.
   god, that awful, teeth-clenching tinkle of shattering glass. broken pieces everywhere. i’ll pick them up as fast as i can, but i always end up with something bloodied.

these over-filled china hutches. they’re toppling, and maybe i will too?

when i snuck out, i walked straight out my front door. i didn’t need windows and i didn’t need trickery. i told lies with glass for my teeth. i didn’t find what i needed, so i kept looking.

and now, time’s put miles between us, and i’m wiser, and i’m watching you. i could possibly choke on this.