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Fatal Orbit
She carried around a lip gloss with her, reminiscent of jam and the fruits I used to eat in my youth. It appears darker in the bottle than on her lips, yet she says it is perfect the way it is.
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Drizzle
A recluse and a homebody, little entices me to step outside like I do when water falls from the sky. The smell of fresh grass and wet pavement is magic to the senses. But the experience of being surrounded by it all is another.
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Head Held High
Wow, December again so soon?
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A brief, incomplete overview of being a girl
- Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.
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siren song
Hands drawn to your eyes
Sobs wrenching themselves from your throat
Guttural noises that sound as if they clawed their way from your lungs
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the act of ascension or descension at the same time
Do you
Ever feel like
You are drowning? I do
Late at night, music that echoes
My soul
Loves
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why i petted the dog on the side of the road on a particularly humid texas afternoon
because i was exhausted and cranky
and it was too late in the week to be walking home
and because texas was threatening to rain all over us, especially me. -
snow angels and sledding
i long for the times
of snow angels and sledding.
how free we were,
way back when.
we slipped down the hill,
narrowly avoiding several trees,
and mr. wilkins,
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hope is a thing with feathers?
hope is a thing with feathers, you say.
i met it, once.
it's repulsive.
grotesque.
hideous.
it sings too, apparently.
cawing loudly,
off-key,
at 3 o'clock in the morning.
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