@phoebebridgerscat
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ก แดแด2 TW// I wondered if Deathโs weight was hovering atop my foot like a boot upon the shovel. My tires my spade; a plow upon the tarmac; my brain into the windshield. But I knew it was all just limerence. Macabre phantoms of somebody elseโs hardest day. The kind of awful days that first responders cannot talk about with families. Why did i even want such mangled things for me anyway? My body crumpled up just like my dreams โa leaking origami smashed in angry hands of metal. And which poor soul should have to identify my body? What right did i have to inflict such scars upon their eyes? As much I could hope of reaping freedom my splintered bones, & blossoming with blood & oil slicks, the truth is Iโd probably feel nothing. Only impact & obliteration. A life soaked up with kitty litter. Another cross lit up for passersby. And so i simply drove on & cried, trying not to think of answers for the questions i had about a car crash..
