Look at it. Blink. Urge to deepen. Low eyes slide down. Three sides of.
“I just need to.”
Covered by my. Surfaced below. Over leaves. I feel like. Nothing’s there anymore. Slip by. Empty lamps open curtains. Shallow way to go. It’s a system.
“You have to stop.”
Stop now. By its own. Boring windows flow. Down onto the couch. Long, dark hair. In tendrils. Couch shifts into a sofa.