sand running through your fingers

“lace and thighs and black underwear and bloody knuckles and watery eyes and gloopy mascara and black sweaters and thin fingers frail hands and skinny ankles shaky knees a burning throat and numb tongues and alcohol and constellations and braces and lace trimmed socks and birds ducks crickets words flying off the pages spinning around you so you’re engulfed in a tornado of them and purple bruises green bruises blue bruises black bruises and red bruises sharp gravel and sand running through your fingers”