gmganthem
Claustrophobia. Arachnophobia. Hydrophobia. Fears borrowed but never felt. But the only true phobia I have, the feeling of absolute dread, the hollow chest cavity after having the bloody wind knocked from you, and that's the fear having been left behind.
She used to sweat for different reasons. Battles over playground domain. Spotlight high diving. Now when i walk by her room the door's kicked open. She lies like a cross in black lace, a head dress made from ash and split ends. Faded freckles, laugh like a bull frog. Clipped wings. This is what remains of the cutest girl of block 405 kentland street.
He thinks I'm cute. I'm flattered. Really. So flattered my cheeks are sweating. But is it cute that my fingers twitch and I yell at doors. Is it cute that i pull out hair and find bloody ruins underneath finger beds.
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