clench raze i keep catching myself chewing on something that isn't there. tasting the grooves between each tooth. tongue registering surprise that the tools i came with haven't yet been worn down to stumps. this dull throb won't fade until sleep gives me a second chance to starve myself. if_only these spit-soaked blades were willing to wound anything at all. 220918 what's it to you? who go blather from