Today feels like suicide…
Her beautiful collarbones look especially lovely on rainy days,
you can’t tear your eyes away from the protruding wilting bones

Catching raindrops.

She’s in love but immune to it; she’s alive but barely breathing…

Her obsession with the thought of the unprecedented… the urge to skip the story and get to the ending… to unveil once and for all the novel beginning waiting just beyond the threshold of the blade… The flashing of red and blue at the bottom of the null prescription bottle… The lungs, a vessel brimming with

Salty drops of the ocean.