city skyline. mirror image of the bones in my back. messy sunsets, orange and purple and stained with smog. identical to the bruises on my neck. the bruises on my bones, and the bruises on my lips. you are what you eat. i’m eating the streetlights. confusing them for stars. because stars are so fucking hard to find here. hard to swallow. spitting and choking. apathy shouldn’t take this much effort.