force my hand through a breakaway glass. clean up, and a cigarette to share when we get bored. i look straight through your eyes and then back to the floor. sever it is better. the wet clothes, the black eyes, the black hole. morning is a mouthful. take it with a stepstool. tie around a good one, easier to cut through. i dug my fingers into a hole. i like the feeling when you never know when to go. digging in deeper. losing more sleep, for two.