pieces

moving that mountain must have been hard.

she's so small.

i didn't think her body could handle that stress,

that type of terrain.

people always say it's a life-changing experience.

well

at least it was for one person.

wonder if he despised having the air forced into him

as much as i did.

Cinder never did want to smother.
i'm positive your face pulled, twisted, contorted, changed

into something foreign and rehearsed.

i knew that step didn't happen when you turned eighteen.

did one of those heavenly lights shine down on you

because you had done it--

you had made the magic number?

i remember singing that song,

counting backwards,

multiplying.

just like am i now.

and even though cuts hurt,
i never thought anything could be this perfectly close to perfect.