1evabell

i. 'there's a second hand that holds mine, and stuffs the words back down my throat.' she rasped her voice a crack-- a croon sticks & stones breaking snapping between her teeth but when she tries to find the sound her pen runs dry pencils snap [can someone flip the switch to 'yes' or 'no' because lately i've been so de tached & my head is saying 'maybe'] (i would ask myself, but i don't trust liars) ii. she tries to string the words down a thread but they always c   r  u  mb    l       e       half way through (& the cinders burn with the same old questions) but when you turn to see she'll be gone there are rocks in her throat wh