[ID: text reading,

“broken sonnet

you're 19 years old, and every day

you get out of bed

and brush your teeth

and eat breakfast

and don't want to kill yourself

feels like a miracle.

you want to be a martyr: a new age jean d'arc,

a beautiful symbol of some kind of change,

at least then you could mean something

in death. but you know dying would make you

nothing more than dead.

you want to bleed light but instead

bleed only the same ordinary red.” end ID]

broken sonnet, sunny valentine