The Camera’s Story Camera set. Angle checked. Memory captured. The CH one (language alert) (Mature) The Tea Party!! My aunties came for an afternoon, / with cakes and cherry pies. / I poured the tea into china cups, / under their prying eyes. Flowers I gather flowers from the fields / that smell like clumps of rotted weeds; / they crumble in my hands and fall / upon the dirty floor. The Crave To close my eyes, a deathwish. / A summons of fear / within… / a thousand spiders crawling under my skin. what’s that kid up to? (Mature) Weird (s)Hit It’s the kind of cold sweating, bowel-wrenching fuck-up I’ve become. One man’s high is another man’s grief.