Relapse
Imagine this: dreams smeared across the wall, we run back home where our hands lie in piles of shit, defeated by the appeal of belonging. How easily we're fooled into thinking what's familiar is safe, aligning the trajectory of a wife's beaten skull back into orbit with her husband's fist,…
Imagine this: dreams smeared across the wall, we run back home where our hands lie in piles of shit, defeated by the appeal of belonging. How easily we're fooled into thinking what's familiar is safe, aligning the trajectory of a wife's beaten skull back into orbit with her husband's fist, or how whenever bad days hit we crawl our 200-pound belly…
