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My copy of Frankenstein sits on my lap, the old pages glad to finally be read. I began it at the end of eighth grade, and yet I am only a few chapters in now.

That house, worn down by sun and salt rain, was doomed. In a few years,

it would be a hollow replacement, gone from our stale grown-up brains. 

Footprints of tourists painting the sand,

The cries of the ocean berating the land.

Chappell Roan and milestones,

Informing the world we aren’t fighting alone.

Ten teenagers talking til the old year gives way,

TW: DV (I think) and Toxic Relationships, strong biblical references

I miss eve said Adam as Eve bent over a stove, an apron around her red and white checkered waist. 

life can be scary and dark

and that is why we must find the light

light can be in that one person

the person that makes you smile and laugh when you don't want to

the person who rubs your back when you cry

I don't wish to go to paradise because I fear I'd be alone

Not alone exactly, but how can an afterlife be perfect for one without one being alone with the false fabrications of those they wanted to keep?