sarina greene

shame. i’m not shamed. i write whatever i want. i gulp whoever i want. i listen to whoever i want. once again i am upset by something really miniature. he’s like sunshine in a rainstorm. i want to chew off my limbs to use as an umbrella just to be with him. my eyes are built to become rain crystals. as I was falling down stairs I saw a ghost, I hit my head on hard wooden floor. no one was home. I was alone to crawl to the kitchen. i’m a grownup yet i’m so close to chipping my eyes off with razor blades, putting them in his contact solutions. i’ll scream into his throat. actually. fuck i’ll kill him so he’s forced to love me.