Cellar Door.♥

as my frail fingers peck frantically at the keyboard, i find my body quaking over the utter dread that soaks through my bones. sanity is out of the question. yesterdays rather frantic disperse of rage & regret left the gaping hole in my torso emptier than usual. no worries, though; new days bring new agonies to fill it w/. explaining 2 u y im acting this way is quite the nerve-wracking task. i have to tread cautiously & be sure not 2 scare u off...but, how does one go about gently breaking the news that theyre dying?? after wat seems like weeks of waiting loyally for yer reply, i find myself worriedly & repetatively checking my phone. click, it opens. a blank screen meets my hollow gaze. click. click. click. nothing...

-F. is for Frantic.♥