mintybreeze

throw back this Thursday to a lifetime ago, when my bridges were too young to be fireproof and I didn't yet know the words for surrender. you were my Columbus, my twisted Magellan, hands hardened and hungry for any part of me that could bear your name. you sought me and wrought me dead in the water, every bloody fingerprint a flag that marked each brand-new territory upon my skin - spread-eagled, supine, I was greener than grass and you sent your victory marches all over me, steamrolling my rugged edges and calling me all the kind words for barbarian. throw back this Thursday to a lifetime ago - people aren't supposed to fall like leave