My neighbours for the last two nights have been shredding each other …
There must come a point in a relationship when you know that it's over. Probably at the point of slamming doors and esteem. Inverting intimacy to use every piece of knowledge of the other's fragility to displace them, to disappear them, to end it without having to take the responsibility of walking out. Like taking a blowtorch to wallpaper, there is no going back from that kind of sustained stripping of self, certainty, sanity.
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