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i dare you to hurt me again. make me feel like eveything's been vaccuumed out of me, like my insides are gone, like everything is gone.
i dare you to do it again.
i kiss you sweetly and the fact that you kiss back is good enough but when your hand twists into my hair it's just icing on the cake.
he was a suspect of the worst crime one could commit: murder. blood was on his hands and he knew it but there was not enough circumstantial evidence for the court to find him guilty of the crime he did carry out.
he walked out the next day, a free man.
I had a pair of overalls when I was six years old. They were velvety purple, and had Winnie the Pooh on them. I thought those overalls were the best in the world, but I was embarrassed to wear them. I haven't thought about those overalls in a very long time.
one time, in eighth grade, i got detention. signing that red slip in united states history class seemed like signing away my soul. but i didn't go to detention that day, i got on the bus and went home.
the harness my dog wears is red, and small. she is small too. we are all small.
maybe you get chills when you remember how i kissed you just a few short (long?) days ago, the way i get goosebumps when i remember how you smelled, the smell of japanese cherry blossoms and twilight woods, the notes of each scent mixing together to create you.