( for crimewar. ) the life of the body is a nightmare.

[reasontostay]

this is my hand over his face which isn't his face anymore, revising. i made a shape of the shape he made, subtracted what he shared with anyone else. there wasn't much left, but it felt like him, wild and scared.

it was too much to bear. i put down the brush and looked at my hands.
i turned off the headlights of my looking and let the animal get away.