o'er my dead body.

i just went in the office to sign up

apparently i lit up the room or something like that

he said it was rare for women like me to be so bright

to be so sweet still

"you haven't been hurt yet"

i think he wished for it.

i gave my rebuddle... and he was proven wrong.

and yet, so was i.

secrets hidden. uncovered.

looking around the rooms.

watching their faces

favourite darling faces.

and with one movement i'd leave it.

should've thought of that.

but you can't really prepare for that.

i'm just this hollow shell.

lots of flesh on bones

and the neat orderly stacks in my brain

the progressions

the healings

all ripped open

let's see if i survive this.

i look at those squinting eyes and am disgusted.

there is the chance to speak truth.

but rather avoid conflict and confrontation.

the sadness gives way to rage

which gives way to silence

which give way to this deep melancholy

falls on my head like a magic spell

break it o'er my dead body.