i'm that smashed glass full of red wine, broken on some dirty tiled floor in a hotel bathroom; stevie nicks on replay, silk slip slipping off tired shoulders. i'm the drunk you feel at 3 am when everything is spinning and everything feels right. static hair stuck upright, glossy lips smeared side to side. saccharine eyes that leak tears every once in a while for no reason at all. i'm a chaos, but a beautiful chaos— a hurricane and the strum of a harp, all at once.
