Metaphors are fucky like that.
No B & E here, I hope.
I need a fucking haircut, don’t I? Split ends like split atoms can kill, you know.
Look how I can be not heard and not seen.
The only thing missing from the scene is shattered glass, spiderwebs upon spiderwebs dancing outward from their source. Symmetry and chaos.
Thank you, Kristen. Better late than never.
