give me a break

“I am a self-perpetuating natural disaster. My stomach feels like a cold spoon pressed against my skin. The taste of blood and old pennies and moss growing on the north-side of over-turned stones. I drive without my seatbealt on, I wonder what might be your favorite color when I’m grocery shopping, and I swing between the coasts like a pendulum that can’t keep time.”

“My mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse. I wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood.”