fill up the buckets

had lunch with abby today.

i feel drowsy. not myself. my eyelids want the feeling of exhaustion, so i can sleep for a couple days.

ERIN sits like a mantel fixture, glued to the wood as if the heat has molded it to her. she sits there plastered with fear and feeling of sainthood. her legs are spread from anticipation, someone wants her- statuette whore. ERIN stands up, walks away from the wooden chair and closer to the brick balcony.

ERIN

(quickly, silently)

fuck fuck fuck.

she lowers her head to floor, playing with her fingers violently

stops

ERIN

i am all there is.