Bread Crumbs
Leave stones along the places where you hurt me so I know exactly where you broke my heart I want a trail of bread-fucking-crumbs, leave your staff in the exact place where you parted that godless sea. Maybe I'll turn some David Bowie on my Walkman and I'll follow that path back one day; skip from heart break to heart break from each gold fleck of the iris to the next, and I'll gather these stones, sling them over my back like slaughtered prey, and with the confidence of any white middle-aged man with a mediocre-sized dick, I build my own fucking mountain on which to stand. -anna sluder