Acomist
when the leather runs smooth
Cathy is made of porcelain.
She sits in her empty kitchen with her empty heart and she sips tea like she isn't lying to herself everyday. You bring her sweet cakes because it's the only thing she'll eat and you notice her nails are lined and fragile and you are absolutely useless.
You wish you were your brother and could punch the pain away.
Cathy smiles like Martin is there and you know she's forgotten the correct muscle combination because it looks like a grimace and Joel takes her hand in his and their wrists are the same size and the same sharpness.
You haven't eaten in two days.
She sits in her empty kitchen with her empty heart and she sips tea like she isn't lying to herself everyday. You bring her sweet cakes because it's the only thing she'll eat and you notice her nails are lined and fragile and you are absolutely useless.
You wish you were your brother and could punch the pain away.
Cathy smiles like Martin is there and you know she's forgotten the correct muscle combination because it looks like a grimace and Joel takes her hand in his and their wrists are the same size and the same sharpness.
You haven't eaten in two days.