at your back these ruinsAt Your Back, These Ruinsat your back these ruins
My skeleton feels as though it is trying to jump out of my body, through my back. There is a stone knot twisted in my stomach and I hunch over to deal with the nausea. My room is a dimly lit mess of clothes, bed sheets, and water bottles. It’s been this way for a very long time, and I don’t care anymore. My mom doesn’t ask me to pick up my mess now; she just walks by the room with her head down, trying hard not to look inside. &
thesoundofpeopledeadandgoneThe Sound of People Dead and Gonethesoundofpeopledeadandgone
That these words could survive, that they could be pulled into eyes still wet and fresh and trembling within sockets, that these pages could be found weathered and wind rustled on the deck of my boat, that I was wrong, that still on some distant corner life prevailed within the wake of apocalypse, that the lonely ache of my friendless wandering could be assuaged by the digestion of this story, my story, my journey through sil
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