October 10, 2012 - 10:46

So many holes in the floor where there used to be warm standing bodies to lay my head on. Full Alone.
I. I. I. I. I.
Full Alone means this, and it only means this if you've felt what I've felt. Which happens now. You'll curl up fetal and feral for so long that your civilized locket grows into your chest plate and your hair over all of it. You become a scary story that fathers tell their daughters.