Static
She walked past me last night, a woman that I hadn’t seen since she was a girl. Back when she wanted me, she hadn’t yet had her surgery, and I’m sure this was why she was overcompensating. Why she dressed how she did, why she flirted so heavily. Now, years later, she seems like a completely different person, and I haven’t aged at all.
¶ 8:54 PM
This is a collection of my entire life's sentences as I have judged them.
Some are innocent, others are not, but each hides within it a subtle prisoner; a villain that could be freed if you pried the lines apart like cell bars and read between them, detailing remorse for a crime of life that can no longer be disguised.