Somebody said you'd got it together, as if I'd never been alive. Weak fireworks eclipsed in the trauma. Another year does suicide. Throat open to the cut of the winter, if only just to feel alive. The cascading days crash on each other. I wish you well this starry night. On the bryte side left me blind. I hope I never love anybody the way we never really tried. Skin tanning in a hot-flash summer. I never was so terrified. On the bryte side left me blind.