this_wilfull_amnesia cr0wl we choose to forget the rolled eyes that negate sincerity. we dismiss the words that like hammers, smash fingers. we overlook the absence that leaves us waiting without excuse in below zero wind chill. we erase. we delete. we do not remember you until we look at our own cracked reflection in the mirror you wear upon your back. . anger is a snake that bites us suddenly after we nearly crush it accidently. we grab the point where fangs enter and we tremble, fearfully accepting this could be the day that self dies. instead we allow someone else to suck out the poison, spit it to the ground, and patch our wound. what makes us mad is also what kill us. 090815 what's it to you? who go blather from