earring raze i ripped the silver earring i've been wearing for twenty years out of my ear this morning. the train_whistle that sings me awake more often than i'd like it to woke me up an hour before i was willing to start my day, and while i was trying to turn over, a finger found itself in the wrong place at the wrong time. my earlobe was fine. the earring must have been ready to go already. it was beside my head on the pillow before i knew what was happening. it's one of those small, simple hoops that curls into itself in the absence of a latch. when i tried to ease it back into the piercing, it split in two without falling apart. now it resembles a common heart symbol that doesn't come to a point. not incomplete, but open. 211213 what's it to you? who go blather from