and those words are volumes in length and in loudness. they pick their way through me with delicate hands- seperating the real from the false and tearing out tiny bits for keepsakes. and with every meeting of our eyes, they shiver and shake me with fear and with ache. so my arms break to bear your weight again, thought it might bring me down for the last count, what then.
continue to lie still while you're drained out and the salt's put in.