EvvyWraith

i count everything. even numbers, odd numbers, multiples of 10. i count the ticks of the clock i count the tocks of the clock i count the lines between the lines on a sheet of paper. i count the broken beats of my heart i count my pulse and my blinks and the number of tries it takes to inhale enough oxygen for my lungs. i stay like this i stand like this i count like this until the feeling stops. until the tears stop spilling, until my fists stop shaking, until my heart stops aching. there are never enough numbers. i took what i wanted. i knew better and i took it anyway. adam couldn’t have known, he could never have known what it wo