sleepless nights, everlasting love, fever, chills, pillow talk, feathers, fear
I love the word ‘perforation’. She has a perforation in her dress, her skull, her heart. I have a perforated ear drum and nobody listens to me. My brain pours out the sides of my head but nobody notices.
Once, I climbed a tree. It’s such a romantic notion, but I got splinters and climbed down quickly. Wood perforated my skin like fear into my heart.
