act i — iron man (2008)

Her collarbones like wings spread
from the base of her throat to
the ends of her shoulders.
A bird held down by skin.
— ✵ The God of Small Things

I fall asleep  whispering :  "I am
safer   alone,  I am safer alone, I
am safer alone, I am safer alone"
[...]   Forgive me,   memory  is a
rope       around        the      neck.
— Clementine Von Radis, ✵ James

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