A COMMUNAL EXPERIMENT IN SELF CURATION

a Soul Project

archival : enough :

Just as I suspected.
Another one shot down from the fence.
I've got great aim, I must admit,
killing every one of my heartaches with single shots to the chest.
It hurts me more than it hurts them, I know.
And I'm slowly deteriorating.
Next time I'll be worse off,
and the next time after that, as well.
And soon I'll be an empty shell.
Worse than where I started.
I've cracked and weathered from such expansion and deflation.
I'm dead to Andrew.