What can YOU say in six sentences?
There is a well behind my house; I go there when I want to drown, when I want all the shit to sink away. You know, all that damn tenderness crap. It makes me weak, vulnerable—disoriented.
But if you strangle the softness, just below the verge of wet satin, you might discover: you are not who you thought you were, that you don’t understand symmetry, that you are the well, drowning what you wish for at the bottom of your heart.
There is a well behind my house. I go there when I want to drown.