all_fours raze it's such a swell feeling when you confide in a friend. you tell them you aren't in a great place. and after you've been there for them in trying times, their response to being let into some small pocket of your own darkness is to never speak to you again. running away is all the rage these_days. i'd rather crawl. the better to feel the filth beneath my fingernails. so i'll know what it is when it meets my mouth. the better to lie down with ants and aphids. let them suck the sap right out of my skin. the better to bark my shins and bruise my knees and make of stones new enemies. what doesn't cut me open will dig a divot into the map of me. another_country. another ocean. another scar that won't stay. 240919 what's it to you? who go blather from