Pulling The Cord She came home drunk last night. At the same time time it made me cry, it brought me this sense of detachment. The tears were almost refreshing, the detachment is what scared me. In the moment of detachment it felt like some fail-safe defensive maneuver that some machine would use to save itself. Am I machine? So easily able to pull the cord. I remember the feeling well from when I was a kid.
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