Shatter Me
I have been counting the cracks on the ceiling for so long that they feel like constellations. Jagged, pale, trembling constellations that stare down at me like
I have been counting the cracks on the ceiling for so long that they feel like constellations. Jagged, pale, trembling constellations that stare down at me like they know exactly what I’ve done and why I’m here. I stopped naming them after the first forty days. There was something pathetic about whispering hope into patterns of broken plaster.
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