my earrings are heavy, slowly stretching the holes. gold plated. like my fingernails.
i'm in a standoff with the gloom. i spend hours in the evening sitting in my chair, staring at the darkness, the darkness staring back at me, but seeing through, seeping through. it's ugly. seeing as though eyes half open, but actually they're wide. i turn on all the lights. at my best, i light candles too. short days, long nights. how much longer?