today, emily prayed for me.

Eyes lap for moisture like dogs at their bowls.
A ball of yarn, twisted and multicolored, fails to unravel in my chest and side... knots-never-ending.com

-- how does one get a cramp while lying still on their bed mid-night?; this heart beats too fast for it's own good--

Slippery film distorts one's perception.
Verse-less songs and scattered self-worth leads to..

So I begin, like my old and sadly forgotten friend:
“God, just keep me from dying before I’ve done
something... Thanks.”

-beth