Strikhedonia

Does the thought of yesterday bring sharp, convulsing pains to your self esteem, abdomen, and whatever hemisphere of your brain things like regret and longing reside? Have you started to consider allowing your face its beard, or your legs their shaggy...

Or, gasms.

I'm feeling a particular shade of lonely and the windows are too bright, all that light has never had a home in me. But she had a scar above her waist I could taste in effegies- a smile you could lie for, so I'm a quarter past wasted and reaching for...