I woke up choking, consecutively for ...
It got Sophie worried.
Mornings I woke up, my eyes swollen.
She asked why.
"Kinagat ng ipis," sabi ko.
(what a lame excuse, Im under-estimating my daughter's intelligence :) ).
I thought it was hormonal. Me and my bad period.
Or must be the moon. The equinox of autumn.
I went to YM, and read back. We had our fears but we were so happy. I was so happy. Those threads, they (still) feel like honey-glazed knives.
This week, last year. We broke up.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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