down for pinting up the soft and pleasant hues of bath time
step change, ladders direct,
get a price on a dark moneypiece
what about pantries is it that brings me to tears?
meltdown quietly, astir all night,
we each start new two chapters
wind our stories together
inky pupils blotting out,
another lost doppelgänger
i learned that a moneypiece is a way of dying hair, and bought the wrong ladders and returned them for smaller ladders. then i had a horrible shut down / panic attack thing on an insomniac evening and felt really weird.
