Hiatus Kaiyote - Tawk Tomahawk - Mobius Streak
[ bloody lung ]
his words take the shape of a shovel when he speaks. the words are precise and strike hard digging deep into the soil that is the conversation. the words pierce emotions without regard. the pressure had already existed enough for things to break, he scored it and just like that it broke. a mouth full of plexiglass shards. his thumb no longer sore from the previous nights kitchen knife mishap now just had a dry flap of skin. the light bulb keeps going off. a twist and it’s on. 3 drinks then drive, 3 more then drive home. one sip and all was lost.