A spider hanging.

I woke up this morning and I looked out the window and the words kept repeating in my head "thank you for spending one of my last days with me thank you for spending one of my last days with me thank you for spending one of my last days with me thank you for spending one of my last days with me.."

It has been a blood and tear filled day. I wish the orthodontist let you keep your wisdom teeth after they removed them. I know my sister would have given them to me. 

Lovely bruises all over my body, as if I haven't been punished enough for what I am.

A bloody coward.

Speech of Aristophanes running through my head. I know when our limbs are tangled together and your lips are on mine, that we were once somehow together. Are you my lost half, cut from me by the gods so long ago? Or just some lucky distraction?

Sparks in the dark.