suffocating

i want to feel something other than this.

there's a clawing in my chest, but no direction. nothing but containment and combustion.

i'm fucking suffocating.

is it my father? is he checking out my sister's ass? i can't look at him. i flinch. and the tension here rises.

girls bleed. we pick our cuticles, nervous habit. we quietly plan our escape but the plans and the dreams cross paths.

away into the tent, a mention of such, i just remembered, it was that summer.

2006-03-21