• long nights
    shining eyes
    hands tight
    sun bright

    pale skies
    tired eyes
    frown lines
    heart cries

  • they fire one hundred and fifty volts through you, cracking open your skull and dousing your brain in sweet fire; shaking you up like you’re used to being shook, the doctors speak in rapid tongues

    when your eyes close, and you wake up in a hospital bed with one hundred and fifty memories lost