marshmallows
I tried to scream as he forced himself on me, but my vocal chords stopped working. I don't like him touching me there, but he does it. And, I don't say no. He pushes further and still, my lips don't move.
The old man drinks his bottle of whiskey at the same time at sunset everyday on that same old red porch. He enjoys watching the sun fade away and his vision blurring as the last spikes of daylight slip away. It brings him a divine peace.
The shimmering white cat shook her hair as she walked down the luxurious red carpet. She shivered with joy as she pranced her way towards the plate of filet fish with sparks of leafy greens. As she arrived at her destination, she curled herself up next to the plate and licked and licked until all that was left was the shiny platinum. Purr. These are the mornings of the shimmering white cat.
Severe. The sharp pains that come after you realize you're no longer five years old and that you're not going to whisked away by a real mother. Severe. The sharp pains that come after a breakup that fills your heart with scary pangs of loneliness that are enough to make you curl up on bed and cry yourself to sleep. Severe. The sharp sadness that come after you realize you've tried too hard in life looking for a perfection that does not exist, not in family or in love. Severe. The sharp happiness that come after you learned how to enjoy.
The dusty bookshelf in my room. It's been untouched for a while. It used to a hold a world of imagination and beauty and escape for the tortured little girl. Now, she doesn't even have time to lift her hand and brush the dust off the mahogany wood.
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