[and as these shadows fall on me now]

"Shut up," Ender whispered.

Because she saw that his chest was trembling, because she knew that she had indeed hurt him, because she knew that just like Peter, she had found his weakest place and stabbed him there, she fell silent.

[asphyxiation]

i've always been a sensory sort of gal
in uncannily amelie-like fashion

the sound of clacking keys beneath my finger tips
the feel of inky black pens carving thought
into the unwilling softness of white
the scent of sharpie permanence

--just itching to feel
because i don't know myself
without words