you can call this anything you want,

by Rachel Lynch in

Heroine eyes. I was born screaming in a grey cloud. Everyone lets you down. I've been setting myself up for the fall. This is as good of place to fold as any. Building a bed on the floor, I did this for you.

Dreams of throwing myself into the arms of my old soul. I know it's all so sad, but you'll be fine. You always are. Organisms that have favorable traits will survive in the struggle for existence, I have none.

I've been losing sleep. Mercury rises, honey falls on the windows outside. Sweating out confessions, finding myself amongst the things that go bump in the night.

Call me when you need me, call me anything you want. It's nothing I haven't heard before.