muted sounds of a sobbing voice on the other end of a duct-taped monstrosity of a phone broke my fitful dreams at 1 am this morning. i rolled over under the deflated half-fluffed pillow trying to erase the sounds keeping me between waking sighs and oblivion. the persistent voice crying so helplessly over a goddamn boy to the body next to me sleepily consoling her wouldn't allow this to be so. eventually i ripped the covers off my sweat-drenched form and blindly stumbled out of the room, bruising my already tender legs as i walked into merciless corners stiffly decorating the smothering hallway. a chance meeting between myself occurred as i grasped hold of the gilded edges of a mirror to shoulder my sudden desire to fall - melt into the floor boards that beckoned to me so longingly. i saw myself - red rimmed eyes, pitiful tear streaks no longer worthy of that title for lack of moisture, lips so used to smiling a stranger on that desolate face...


and i cried.