shorts and sweater

Cry.
And cry hard.
Wipe your eyes
On the sleeves of scratchy sweaters
Clean your nose
Pressed well into your pillowcase.
Rub your skin raw
Bruise your face red
Until the air stings your soul.
Even without layers
You are still alive.
—  D.K.

I get the feeling I’m in deep
Troubled waters but they’re only thigh-high

Kaito has very under-appreciated thighs imo