Mar. 15th, 2026 10:02 pm
The conservation of sanity
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americasuiteheartsThere’s an orchestra of ragged violins playing in my head
The bent strings vibrate in unadulterated anger
It’s a jagged sound—
One I will never get used to,
No matter how many times the chorus starts over
The TV static has leaked from the screen and to my eyes,
Rushing out to each and every vein in my body
I have a half-baked plan:
If I cut down to the fragile bones hidden under my pale wrists
Maybe I can get the buzzing to finally
Stop.
The bent strings vibrate in unadulterated anger
It’s a jagged sound—
One I will never get used to,
No matter how many times the chorus starts over
The TV static has leaked from the screen and to my eyes,
Rushing out to each and every vein in my body
I have a half-baked plan:
If I cut down to the fragile bones hidden under my pale wrists
Maybe I can get the buzzing to finally
Stop.
