Invisible InkMature

(I wanted to tell you that everything is sliding and I can’t breathe without smoke in my lungs and maybe I should take my pills but I wanted to be free, just for a little while, and maybe this is how things are supposed to be. And I will disappear until winter is over,  I’ll sleep in your attic and protect you from nighttime sounds. You could put me in your walls and I would keep your house warm. And every day you could whisper through the cracks in the drywall that I have failed and your voice would echo echo in the hollows of my skin and settle there with the dust.)

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