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the time and place was nothing to her. she thought about the dresses, the indigo, the swift velvet of the tides of smiles, and she felt abandoned by the rich bitches. her father was oblivious to her walking about like a canny ghost, something without an anchor, something worth devouring. she was in a state of total catacalysmic catatonia.Posted By bristol On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
there is blood on my keyboard. last night i put on my lace,
i danced for him, I showed off my goods,
i cut my thighs,
let the blood run, while he angrily touched himself.
this morning, my left thigh is numb.
it was that way before, but now I cannot reveal this leg
to a doctor. they’d think it was self harm.Posted By bristol On 08.27.2009 @ 11:53 am