GammaRays--x

i. i was disgusted with myself. every morning around 5:42 am i'd wrap myself in a blue comforter. i'd pull at it's strings, creating a pile of pale intestines on my stomach. i'd twirl them around my fingers, letting them get caught on my hangnails. and then i'd imagine your fingertips tracing the bags under my eyes, i'd imagine you telling me to sleep. you'd take care of the house. telling me that you could take care of dinner. and i'd nod and fall asleep with my mouth open, letting all the similes and metaphors that leaked from my gums mix with the irony that i held in my sweaty palms. you came in multiple times. i could smell you. a