Britney

COLLATERAL DAMAGE IS A SEXY WAY OF SAYING FRIENDLY FIRE IS A CUDDLY WAY OF SAYING I WEAR YOUR COLORS AND I SHOT YOU FOR THE ENEMY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?

PETER PAN WAS MY FIRST CRUSH. PETER PAN IS A JOKE. I FELL IN LOVE WITH HIS PROTEGE AND I WISH I HAD KILLED HIM INSTEAD OF SHRINKING TO HIS SIDE. HE PUT ME IN THE BELL JAR. I DIDN’T MAKE A SOUND. HE STILL SQUASHED ME WHEN I STOPPED SHITTING FAIRY DUST.

WHEN I DIE I WILL BE KNOWN AS A CRUEL WRITER AND IT WILL NOT BE TETHERED TO MALENESS AND THAT I PROMISE YOU. THAT I PROMISE YOU, A TAUT THOUGHT IN A SAGGING REALITY.

“‘HOW I WISH I COULD COME WITH YOU!” SHE CRIED. BUT SHE WAS WITHHELD BY SOMETHING SO STRONG THAT SHE NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF ASKING HERSELF WHAT IT WAS.

USED TO WANT TO EXCHANGE VIALS OF BLOOD HAHA USED TO GET OFFERED LEFT HANDS AND RING AVULSION HAHA I’M HAVING A TOOTH REMOVED TOMORROW AND I DON’T LOVE ANYONE ENOUGH TO GIVE IT THEY WOULDN’T GET IT ANYWAY.

I sit in the reddest pit in the forest I know they’ll never come to and sink into the warmth of my raw tendons exposed nerves and muscles are the only affections I can accept anymore whenever someone hugs me I smile and bleed into myself. ♦