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he flashed me a shady glint, as he curled his fingers into my waist and wriggled them surreptitiously, until sunlight poured through my earlobes at the resonance of his amusement. i'd take any discomfort to see those cheeks adorned with light instead of grief, the fire behind his eyes heals every brand of wound.

understood? something i have yet to be.

there was once a time, when i was uncorrupted. hard to believe, i know. long story short: i slept over my cousin's house, she "mixed us drinks" and i ended up with a glass full of what we kindly named "whiskey cider". i spent the rest of the night screaming about how i'm "a whiskey kinda girl" and inhaling hummus and crackers. regardless of this fact i haven't touched the poison since, and last summer she even bought me whiskey flavored condoms. wheeee! moral of the story: apple cider and whiskey don't mix. neither does alcohol and hummus. amen.

far out, in the middle of a stretch of glassy brilliance and crystal perfection, i've come to escape. here amongst the ripples, i am home.

i told her to come find me, where the white fences hold me in. across the sea of bladed grass and dewdrops of glitter and fresh chances. it is there that i'm waiting; a velveteen nuzzle in exchange for a carrot and a lifetime of love.

nun

there's something so unbearably frustrating, disgusting, and perfect about the male gender, that makes me want to hide away, put my hands over my eyes, and become a nun, so i won't have to deal with them...ever.

She ran her fingers down my spine, and whispered lies into my ear, letting the sudden tingle of her intimacy wear off before brushing her lips at the nape of my neck, holding me hostage while the thought of independence rushed quickly and quietly out of my ear.

there's something about a driven male that makes him so much more attractive. lack of motivation and complete and utter laziness? no thank you. but the urge to do something with your life? drives me crazy. no pun intended

gift

supple mounds of flesh nestled gently beneath my chin or weighing me down with the reminder of their presence. gift or burden? my eyes are up here.

vase

.....is esav backwards. that's about the extent of my creativity for today. on the bright side, there's a fake fishtank next to me that looks slightly like a vase. also..... vase.

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“supple mounds of flesh nestled gently beneath my chin or weighing me down with the reminder of their presence. gift or burden? my eyes are up here.”

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